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AtS/BtVS Crossovers › FemmeSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
57
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7,806
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28
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Paranoia
Chapter 16
Faiths POV
I wake up with Red lying next to me with her arm around my waist. I look around the room and try to remember what happened last night. Then it all comes back to me, the conversation…and the sex… the mind blowing sex.
What the hell do I do now? Do I stay and see what happens or do I go to breakfast? I lie for a while trying to decide, my mind is racing. What if she hated it? What if it was just a one-time thing? What if she doesn’t like me anymore? What if there is an atmosphere?
After a while longer of driving myself mad, my stomach makes the decision for me as it rumbles with the force of an erupting volcano. I gently push Red’s hand off me and step out of the warm bed into the cold.
Outside the sun is shining brightly hurting my eyes. I walk into the diner across the street and find most of the potentials eating what can only be described as skip loads of junk food. I pull up a pew next to Jen and proceed to order my fair share of pancakes, bacon, sausages, and every other kind of breakfast food that the diner offers.
Jen chats away to me, speculating what Cleveland will be like and asking questions about training and fighting moves. I answer as little as I can whilst still shovelling food into my mouth. The door to the diner swings open sending a cool breeze around the stuffy room. It’s Red. She looks at me for a split second then walks over to a booth with some of the new slayers in and sits and orders. I couldn’t get a read on her, she just looked at me, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
I go back to the room and pack up my stuff and throw it in the bus ready for the journey, I still haven’t been able to catch Red alone, or her catch me alone… Jen has been following me around still asking annoying little questions, she even followed me to the room when I packed.
The first hour or so of the bus ride I spend glancing in the rear view mirror watching Red. I don’t know exactly how many miles we have done and haven’t been checking on my speed, which I guess is quite high since Xander keeps throwing me ‘slow down’ looks.
The rest stops don’t provide any chance to talk to her either, is she avoiding me? Or am I avoiding her? Or is it just like coincidence? I should stop thinking; my head is starting to hurt with all the shit going around in it, all the questions and speculation.
I have to speak to her soon before my head explodes. If I were to speak to her… what would she say? Wham Bam Thank You Mam? Ok maybe not quite that wording but you get my drift. More along the lines of ‘well thank you for amazing sex but lets just be friends.’
Oh shit what if she thinks I’m ducking her. What if she thinks the same as I’m thinking about her? I mean my ‘get some, get gone’ state of mind is general knowledge, and the last time this happened was only a few weeks ago with Wood really… oh fuck, I have totally screwed this up… what is she thinking? I look into the mirror again, she’s playing connect 4 with Xander again, how many times does she have to play him before she figures out he is better than her at that damn game? I catch myself in the mirror and I’m smiling… fuck. I really got it bad.
It’s another 100 miles until we get to our night stop in Brighton and time is going so slow. You might think that I would want this because I’m nervous about what is going to happen right? Not me, I’m more of a get it done and over with as soon as possible. I am way too impatient.
Xander gets up and walks to the front of the bus.
“How much longer?” he asks looking out the window at the dwindling light.
“About an hour if I keep going at this speed.” I say glancing for a second at the speedometer.
Xander looks at me in confusion.
“What?”
“What’s the matter with you today? I don’t think I have heard one pirate joke out of your mouth… something is up.” He explains with his ‘I am trying to think but I am Xander so I have to have a look of pain on my face’ face.
“I do apologise Mr. Blackbeard sir! I shall swab the decks with a toothbrush for my insubordination and then feed Polly a cracker.” I say trying to make it sound natural.
“I’m not buying your little, ‘I’ll pretend everything is fine by over exaggerating’ act, we will have words later.” He says walking away to his seat.
“Looking forward to it!” I shout back to him, I can see him smirk in the rear view mirror.
Finally! Brighton, nice place… hotel is cleaner than the last. I’m not sure if I should be happy about bunking with Red again or not. On the one hand we will get to talk which is all good, and then if everything is okay we can bump uglys again but if all doesn’t go well then I gotta spend the night in this place with her, in the same bed with her. Okay Faith, stop thinking bad thoughts!
I’m standing in the room by the bed when she walks in; she shuts the door and walks so she is standing about two feet in front of me. She looks up into my eyes, I stare back… my throat is dry. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
She takes a deep breath and says “Faith, we need to talk about last night…”
I take a deep breath just as she had done and nod my head.
Faiths POV
I wake up with Red lying next to me with her arm around my waist. I look around the room and try to remember what happened last night. Then it all comes back to me, the conversation…and the sex… the mind blowing sex.
What the hell do I do now? Do I stay and see what happens or do I go to breakfast? I lie for a while trying to decide, my mind is racing. What if she hated it? What if it was just a one-time thing? What if she doesn’t like me anymore? What if there is an atmosphere?
After a while longer of driving myself mad, my stomach makes the decision for me as it rumbles with the force of an erupting volcano. I gently push Red’s hand off me and step out of the warm bed into the cold.
Outside the sun is shining brightly hurting my eyes. I walk into the diner across the street and find most of the potentials eating what can only be described as skip loads of junk food. I pull up a pew next to Jen and proceed to order my fair share of pancakes, bacon, sausages, and every other kind of breakfast food that the diner offers.
Jen chats away to me, speculating what Cleveland will be like and asking questions about training and fighting moves. I answer as little as I can whilst still shovelling food into my mouth. The door to the diner swings open sending a cool breeze around the stuffy room. It’s Red. She looks at me for a split second then walks over to a booth with some of the new slayers in and sits and orders. I couldn’t get a read on her, she just looked at me, I couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
I go back to the room and pack up my stuff and throw it in the bus ready for the journey, I still haven’t been able to catch Red alone, or her catch me alone… Jen has been following me around still asking annoying little questions, she even followed me to the room when I packed.
The first hour or so of the bus ride I spend glancing in the rear view mirror watching Red. I don’t know exactly how many miles we have done and haven’t been checking on my speed, which I guess is quite high since Xander keeps throwing me ‘slow down’ looks.
The rest stops don’t provide any chance to talk to her either, is she avoiding me? Or am I avoiding her? Or is it just like coincidence? I should stop thinking; my head is starting to hurt with all the shit going around in it, all the questions and speculation.
I have to speak to her soon before my head explodes. If I were to speak to her… what would she say? Wham Bam Thank You Mam? Ok maybe not quite that wording but you get my drift. More along the lines of ‘well thank you for amazing sex but lets just be friends.’
Oh shit what if she thinks I’m ducking her. What if she thinks the same as I’m thinking about her? I mean my ‘get some, get gone’ state of mind is general knowledge, and the last time this happened was only a few weeks ago with Wood really… oh fuck, I have totally screwed this up… what is she thinking? I look into the mirror again, she’s playing connect 4 with Xander again, how many times does she have to play him before she figures out he is better than her at that damn game? I catch myself in the mirror and I’m smiling… fuck. I really got it bad.
It’s another 100 miles until we get to our night stop in Brighton and time is going so slow. You might think that I would want this because I’m nervous about what is going to happen right? Not me, I’m more of a get it done and over with as soon as possible. I am way too impatient.
Xander gets up and walks to the front of the bus.
“How much longer?” he asks looking out the window at the dwindling light.
“About an hour if I keep going at this speed.” I say glancing for a second at the speedometer.
Xander looks at me in confusion.
“What?”
“What’s the matter with you today? I don’t think I have heard one pirate joke out of your mouth… something is up.” He explains with his ‘I am trying to think but I am Xander so I have to have a look of pain on my face’ face.
“I do apologise Mr. Blackbeard sir! I shall swab the decks with a toothbrush for my insubordination and then feed Polly a cracker.” I say trying to make it sound natural.
“I’m not buying your little, ‘I’ll pretend everything is fine by over exaggerating’ act, we will have words later.” He says walking away to his seat.
“Looking forward to it!” I shout back to him, I can see him smirk in the rear view mirror.
Finally! Brighton, nice place… hotel is cleaner than the last. I’m not sure if I should be happy about bunking with Red again or not. On the one hand we will get to talk which is all good, and then if everything is okay we can bump uglys again but if all doesn’t go well then I gotta spend the night in this place with her, in the same bed with her. Okay Faith, stop thinking bad thoughts!
I’m standing in the room by the bed when she walks in; she shuts the door and walks so she is standing about two feet in front of me. She looks up into my eyes, I stare back… my throat is dry. I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out.
She takes a deep breath and says “Faith, we need to talk about last night…”
I take a deep breath just as she had done and nod my head.