So Damn Domestic

Six Months Later. BPOV


It feels so good to get out of that damn car and stretch my legs. We’ve been driving for hours, I’ve lost count of how many. Probably thirteen. Ok so we haven’t been driving for that long but it seems like it. Then again I wouldn’t put it passed Faith to drive for thirteen hours straight, she’s just so anxious to get to where we’re going. So here’s what’s been going on for the last few months. After we got over that big fight things were great. Lily was finally starting to listen. Now that she finally had something to lose she was willing to follow the rules. Giles said that if she kept acting the way she was then he’d get rid of the cat. So we were at the slayer facility until April. We wanted to make sure that she wasn’t going to do go for a while and then start to slip again. But once everything was back in order we went back to Shasta Lake. Giles was looking for a place for us and we really didn’t want to leave until he found something but we wanted to get home so bad.


Matthew was really happy to go home, but it took a little while for Addison to get used to it. She was five months old when we moved back and she had gotten used to living in Cleveland. But she adjusted. We didn’t really do anything special for our birthdays but for Valentine’s Day, Faith had Sissy watch the kids and she took me out to a very romantic restaurant and then we stayed at a hotel and made with the hot lovin all night long and in the morning she ordered me breakfast with a side of chocolate fondue and we took turns eating it off each other. So all in all it was a very great Valentine’s Day. I mean, we’ve had better, a nice quiet night at home would be nice but we can’t do that anymore.


We spent our anniversary with the kids. She made the stuffed shells and we had some wine and we did make love, but it was after we put the kids to bed. And then April rolled around and we weren’t needed in Ohio anymore so we left. And it was so good to be home. Matthew was happy to see all of his friends again, and I was glad to be back in my city. I may not like it a whole lot because of the boringness of it, but it’s still my home. We rested most of the time. Faith would drop Matthew off at school and then she’d come home and we’d play with Addison. She’s a very independent little baby. If she’s playing with her toys and you pick her up just to talk to her or something she’ll start crying. She only accepts affection when she reaches out for it. I get a little...upset when she cries when I’m trying to give her a kiss. Faith just says that she’ll outgrow it, but I don’t think she will. And I was right because now she’s eight months old and she’s gotten worst now that she’s crawling.


“This is the place,” Faith says as she gets out of the car. Yep, this is the place. 2318 Jay Road in a town called Lincoln in the state of Nevada. Giles called us and told us about the place, e-mailed us some pictures too. Dawn’s going to watch the kids for a couple of days while we check this place out. It looks really nice. One story, one thousand nine hundred square feet, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a wrap around porch. The outside is a light yellow with white trim, there are a lot of windows, which is nice. Giles says he’s going to pay for the house since I do plan on going back to college and getting a job when I graduate.


Anyway, back to the house. It’s the very last house at the end of a dead end road. It seems really nice, a really nice quiet neighborhood. And from the looks of it almost every house on this block has at least one kid living in it. Faith shuts her door and walks around the side of the car and stands next to me and takes off her sunglasses. “Bigger then I thought. Do we really wanna live in the middle of fuckin suburbia? I mean, fuck look at this place. If any of these yuppies had an original thought the world would fuckin end...for good.” I look down the street first to my left then to my right. A minivan in every driveway, perfect lawns, perfect houses, everything is just perfect.


“It’s either this or New York and I’m not living in a big city. Besides we already did a little research on this town. The demon activity is pretty high. I’m surprised Giles doesn’t have a slayer or two out here already. Someone has to protect this town, might as well be us since we’re looking for a new place to live.” She gives me a weird look. I was the one who kept saying on the drive here not to get attached to the house because we might not get it or we might not move at all. “I know what I said earlier, but I mean, look at this place. It’s really nice. And big. We’re going to need big. And there’s no hellmouth, just lots of evil. Come on, let’s go check out the inside.” I take her by the hand and we walk up the driveway and open the gate. We talked to the realtor before we left the house and she said she was going to leave the key in the flowerpot on the porch. And there it is. Oh, those are some pretty flowers. That’s one thing we’ll do if we get this house, plant lots and lots of flowers. Faith’s damn dog may have ruined my garden before but I’ll be damned before I let him do it again.


“Wow.” Wow is right. This place is huge. I know it just looks really big because there’s no furniture and once we get all our stuff here it won’t be so big, but….wow. The front part of it is pretty big, a nice sized living room, an eat in kitchen, a bathroom and a washroom that comes with a brand new washer and drier. The back of it has three supposedly great sized bedrooms and a bathroom. We still haven’t seen those rooms yet and we aren’t going to take a realtor’s word on the description of the size. The living room looks great though, nice carpet that’s brand new, and a lot of really nice windows. I like a lot of windows, at least I have since we moved to Shasta Lake. Demons never attacked us at home, so no windows were ever broken on a weekly basis.


Faith lets go of my hand and does some exploring on her own. I’m still trying to picture what it would be like to live here. The couch with be facing the right wall, and the entertainment center will be up against the wall. I can picture it now: me and Faith curled up on the couch together drinking hot chocolate and occasionally kissing, Addison and Matthew playing quietly on the floor and every once in a while Matthew will look over at us and see us kissing and roll his eyes and Tucker will be lying off to the side of them sleeping with one eye open so he can keep a look out. He’s so protective of both the kids, but mostly Addison.


I was kind of worried that maybe he’d never go anywhere near her because he seemed so afraid of her, but in May when Addison was six months old Faith took the two for a jog. She stopped so she could get a drink of water from a water fountain in the park and some guy walked up to Faith so he could hit on her and Tucker stood in front of the stroller and wouldn’t even let him look at the baby. He let the guy near Faith and let him talk to her and even touch her on the arm with no problem, but he wouldn’t let him anywhere near the stroller. Every time the guy looked at the stroller Tucker would bark or growl and when the guy took a step too close Tucker snapped at him a couple of times until the guy finally left.


Ever since then Tucker isn’t afraid of her anymore. He still gives her her space but if he’s lying on the floor and she crawls up to him he won’t move away from her. Which would probably be the better idea because she can be mean. I thought I had a hard time teaching Matthew to be nice to my cat before she ran away, but he seems like a little angel compared to what his little sister is putting that poor dog through.


“You gotta come see this.” Faith says snapping me out of my little zone I had been in. She grabs me by the hand and practically drags me into the kitchen. And this is a really nice kitchen. Plenty of space, nice stove and fridge. The tile and paint matched perfectly and I actually like it. Our table will go great in here. We might need to get new chairs though. I can so picture Faith in here, hair still messy from just waking up, in her pajamas listening to some metal or hard rock band while she makes breakfast. I like that picture very much. I want that picture to come true. I haven’t even seen the rest of the house and I’m already getting attached to it. Looks like I still haven’t learned to listen to my own advise. I look out the window that’s over the sink and I see what Faith’s looking at.


“Woe, I didn’t know this place came with so much space.” The backyard, what I’m looking at right now, looks about the size of a football filed, only a little bigger because it’s more square shaped then rectangular. “We could do so much. I could have a huge garden, or-or-or we could build a pool ” Yeah, I’m getting a little too excited about this. We might not get this place. It is a very nice house in a very nice location, I’m sure there are plenty of people who want to buy it, not just us. “I mean, it’s nice, ya know? Someone could build a pool back there if they wanted and still have enough room for something else, like a really big, beautiful garden or something. And plenty of space for two little kids and a hyper dog to run around and play together.” I look over at Faith and smile a little mischievous smile. “And I’m sure Tucker will like it too.” She pretends to act offended as I continue to look innocent.


“I’m shocked. I can’t believe you just called me a dog.” She’s using her over dramatic voice. That always makes me giggle. She’s such a dork sometimes. Uh-oh, I think I’m in trouble now. She’s looking at me with that predator look and she only gets that look for one of two reasons. One, she’s patrolling. Or two, she’s really turned on. What did I say that turned her on? Let’s see, I made the dog comment.......so she’s probably going to say something about that. Maybe it’s because this is the first time we’ve been alone in a couple of weeks. Addison has a cold so she’s been sleeping with us for two weeks now. I know I should just let her sleep in her crib, but she’s my little baby and she isn’t feeling good. It took Faith two hours to convince me to come on this trip and leave the kids behind. “You better come and pet me, B, ‘cause I think I’m in heat.” Eww that was gross. But I told you she was going to say something about the dog comment. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me to her and plants a deep kiss on my lips. I kiss her back and soon our tongues are battling with each other. God, I love kissing Faith. It’s one of my favorite things to do.


“I love you,” I say as I gasp for air and rest my forehead against hers. She doesn’t say anything but she caresses my cheek with her thumb. “I really want this house.” She nods her head yes and kisses me again. It’s more heated and passionate then the one a few seconds ago. I feel her hands on my hips and I hop up a little as she lifts me and I wrap my legs around her waist. Her hands are on my ass, kneading and stroking as she holds me up. We pull back to catch our breath a little and I look into her eyes. “Be honest, do you want this place too?” She nods her head yes and then licks her lips.


“If the bedrooms are nice then yeah, I want it too.” She kisses me again and sets me down on the counter. She kisses me again and rubs the top of my thighs. She pulls back and she’s smiling this playful little smile. “But right now this doggy wants her bone.” I roll my eyes and giggle as she places and bunch of little ticklish kisses on my neck. She hates how ticklish I am sometimes. I understand. I’m sure I’d get a little upset if I were going down on her and she started cracking up when I’m doing some of my best work. I’ve done that a couple of times and she tries her best not get mad but she does a little. I freeze when I hear he front door open. What the hell? No one’s supposed to be here today. The realtor said we could have a look around by ourselves.


“Hello? Anyone here? Ms. Summers? Ms. Lehane? It’s Becky Davis from Remax.” Faith jumps back and helps me down from the counter. When did she unbutton my shirt? Dammit Faith. This is all her fault. If she weren’t so sexy and tempting I wouldn’t be having a panic attack trying to get these stupid buttons rebuttoned. Ok, I sound childish. This isn’t her fault. It’s my stupid libido. If I weren’t as horny as a teenage girl I never would have almost had sex on the kitchen counter of a home I don’t even own. Ok, good the last button is in the little hole. And the hair wasn’t messed up. And we both look presentable. Good. I nod my head at Faith and smiles and takes a hold of my hand.


“We’re in here ” We walk out towards the living room and see the realtor standing in the doorway. She smiles really wide when she sees us. She also notices that we’re holding hands and her smiles fades just a little bit. If I had a dollar for every time that’s happened to us I’d be a very rich women. “Hi, I’m Faith Lehane, this is Buffy Summers.” Wow, and Faith is taking it in stride. I guess she knows she has to play nice with this lady if we’re going to get the house. After the introductions she gives us the grand tour of the place. She isn’t exactly sure how much property the house is sitting on but she said she’d look it up and get back to us, and now she’s showing us the bedrooms, which are very big and nice. I can already picture the master bedroom once I’m done with it. The walls will be a nice light lavenderie color with matching curtains, and the bedspread will be a light purple, darker then the walls but not by much. We’ll keep the dressers and vanity desk that we have now because they’re white and that goes with everything.


For Matthew’s bedroom we’ll let him pick the color. It’ll probably be some kind of green since that’s his favorite color. We’ll keep his bed and all of his bedroom furniture since most of it is pretty new. I want to buy him a new toy box though because the one he has now is getting too small and it’s pretty beat up. I’m sure Faith will want to build him one though. She’s a pretty good carpenter, I think she missed her calling. Maybe that’s what she can do. We could move here and she can get her GED and then a college diploma and then become a carpenter. She enjoys building stuff and it’s a pretty well paying occupation. At least from what I’ve heard. Yuck, this bathroom is definitely going to have to be repainted. What is it with the old owners and liking the color peach? Or is it salmon? And why are so many paints named after foods? That’s a little stupid.


“So, here’s my card.” Becky’s voice pulls me out of my little mental rant. She hands Faith her card and continues to smile wide. At least she’s doing a good job pretending that she wants to be here. Being a realtor must be very boring. “Why don’t you two take a couple of days to think it over and give me a call when you’ve made a decision. Our last offer was for five hundred twenty-four thousand. I know that’s a little pricey so mull it over-”


“We’ll take it.” Great, now they’re both looking at me like I’m on crack. Whatever. I really want this house. I really like this city, Faith and I did a little exploring earlier before we came here. We can feel the evil this town has to offer, but it isn’t driving her crazy like the hellmouth was in Cleveland. There are definitely beasties and baddies out there so it’s safe to say we won’t get bored. The schools are really nice, there’s a low crime rate, very little violence, except for the high mortality rate, but that’s because of the demons and stuff. So this is basically like Sunnydale, except everything is nicer and more expensive and it’s only forty-five minutes away from Las Vegas, how cool is that? I put on my serious face and the realtor notices the change and gets serious too. “We’ll offer six hundred thousand, no more no less.” She gets this big toothy grin and I smile back. She offers her hand and keeps on smiling.


“I’ll draw up the paperwork tonight. We have to do a credit check and if everything goes well this place will be yours by the weekend.” We shake hands and I thank her so does Faith. She tells us to be in her office at ten to fill out some kind of application and we agree. “It was a pleasure doing business with you two.” We leave through the front and lock the door and I put the key back in the flower pot. “So, I’ll see you both bright and early.” We say bye and then go our separate ways. When she leaves Faith turns to me and is looking at me with a really weird expression.


“I thought you said we were gonna wait a while? This isn’t the only house in Lincoln ya know.” I know that but this is the only one that I like. Ok, that isn’t true because it’s the only one we’ve looked at so far but I really love it. It just has that homey vibe. I can see us settling down here. I wrap my arms around her lower back and pull her really close to me. Our bodies are pressed up against each other and she smiles this little sarcastic smile. “Hey Blondie, you better answer my question. I don’t think I like the idea of you usin sex as a tool to distract me from the problem.” Problem? Since when was there a problem?


“I’m not. There is no problem. You said so yourself that if the bedrooms are nice then you’d want it. And I love it so what’s the problem with me making an offer for it?” She thinks about it and I can tell she’s going to argue, probably bring my temporary lack of sanity into the equation but I lean forward and kiss her before she can get a word out. She kisses me back for a few seconds and then she pulls back and smiles. I lean forward again and start sucking on her pulse point. I feel her hand bury itself in my hair as she pulls me closer. I scrape my teeth across her skin and she freezes up. She stops moving and takes her hand out of my hair. What the fuck? She pushes on my shoulder and suddenly I’m standing right next to her. I’m about to question her but then I see someone walking down the sidewalk towards the driveway of the house.


“Hi there.” The middle aged man says. He’s short, really short, Jonathan from Sunnydale High short. He’s balding on top of his head, but the rest of his hair is a dark brown and he sounds friendly. “I noticed the realtor leaving with the big smile on her face so I thought I’d come over here and welcome you to the neighborhood.” Ok maybe a little too friendly. I shift my weight from one foot to the other and stand a little behind Faith. She gives me this weird look like ‘what the hell are you doing?’ And I give her my own and she reads it loud and clear ‘protect me from this creep’. She steps forward and offers her hand now that he’s on the porch and standing two feet in front of us.


“Hi, I’m Faith, this is Buffy.” Great, she didn’t even say the word ‘lover’. We talked about this many, many times in the past. When introducing ourselves to new people we’re supposed to say that word so the other person knows that we’re together in more then a friend or relative sort of way. But I think he understands perfectly by the way I’m practically glued to her and we are holding hands. “We still have to go through a credit check but if that comes back positive then this place is ours.” He smiles and nods his head. I look over at the front door and the windows on either side of it. I really do love this house.


“Well that’s great. It’ll be nice to have a pair of new faces around here. The last owner was a bit of a handful, if you know what I mean?” I guess we both have ‘idiot’ tattooed on our foreheads because without even asking what he means he starts to explain. “He was always doing something to upset the neighbors. Loud noises, mostly from the television. He liked to watch horror movies and kept the T.V. up pretty loud. It wasn’t uncommon for everyone to be woken up from an ear piercing scream at three in the morning. Those B list actresses really know how to belt one out.” I give Faith a strange look and she has the same one on her face. “If you do get the house you should come to the Morrison’s party that they’re hosting next week. They host one every month, sort of a little get together for the neighbors. It would be a good opportunity for you to meet everyone.” He seems nice, but there’s just something about him that’s creeping me out. I need to get away from him before I do something violent.


“Sorry to just run out like this Dwight, but we actually have a couple of places we need to be. We’re staying at a hotel while we get all the paperwork filled out and if we don’t’ check in by five they’ll give our room away.” That was so not a lie. I called on the drive over here and we’re staying at a Hilton Hotel, the penthouse suite. And if we don’t check in by five tonight then they’ll give it to the next person who asks for it. I hold out my hand for him to shake. He only looks mildly disappointed. “It was really nice meeting you though.” We shake hands and he does the same with Faith. We walk down the steps and onto the walkway and he walks us to our car. He seems really nice, just a little creepy. She starts the car and we drive off. I really hope we get to the hotel soon. We left at five this morning and a hot shower and then sleep sounds really good right now.


FPOV


So we pull up into the parking lot of the hotel and I kill the engine and we both just sit here in silence. I look over at Buffy. She looks so tired. We drove for almost twelve hours just to get here. I think when we move we’ll take a plane ‘cause I really don’t see driving for twelve hours pulling a U-haul with Mattie and Addy and Tucker in the back of the car and Buffy staying sane. Nope, the kids and the dog will drive her crazy after about seven hours. It’s not that they’re loud or anything it’s just that Addy likes to starts shit with Mattie and they’ve gotten into some pretty big fights. And she’s only eight months old. But she loves him, you can tell by the way she looks at him that she just wants to impress him, and to get his attention. But she still bothers him a lot, but I guess that’s just her doing what little sisters are supposed to do.


“So we’re really movin here, huh?” I ask and she looks over at me. I guess she’s tryin to picture it in her head or somethin ‘cause the look in her eyes says that she’s not with me right now. Then she gets this big smile on her face and looks into my eyes. Movin here isn’t a bad thing. I actually kinda like the idea of it. The house is wicked cool, nice and big and with plenty of backyard space. We are so going to build a pool, and me and Mattie are going to build a club house, ‘cause what more could a little boy want then a little house to hang out with his friends? And Tucker is gonna flip when he sees how much room he has to run around in.


“Yeah, we are.” And then she gets really quiet and her eyebrows scrunch up a little and she looks at me with a dead serious expression. “But if Dwight is there then we won’t be going to the Morrison’s parties.” I can’t help but let out a little laugh. I reach over and take her by the hand and kiss her knuckles a little. “I’m serious. There’s just something about that guy that bothered me.” Yeah, I got a bad feeling about him too. Maybe we should investigate or something. He could be a demon or just some really strange guy who needs to get laid.


“I’m sure there’ll be enough people there that you won’t even notice him. He’s short enough to get lost in a crowd of people.” She laughs a little harder then I thought she was going to. What I said wasn’t that funny, but she’s tired so everything I say is going to be funnier then it really is. “Besides, don’t we wanna make nice with the neighbors?” She thinks about it for a few seconds and I know somethin’s botherin her ‘cause she’s chewin on her bottom lip. “What’s wrong?” I gently rub her arm with the back of my fingers. That always soothes her a little and gets her to talk.


“It’s just...this is a red state, I looked it up before we left.” I sigh. Not this crap again. She gives me this look, this ‘will you take me seriously for more then five seconds, please?’ But I won’t. She’s being insane. Not everyone in a red state is going to be a homophobic. “It’s just, the people in Shasta Lake were pretty rude and a little mean and that was just a red county. This is a whole state we’re talking about. What if everyone is so hateful that we never make any friends, that our kids never make any friends?” She does have a little bit of a point, but she’s being judgmental and a little bit of hypocrite. You can’t judge someone’s reaction towards you based on the state they live in. I give her a small smile and cup her cheek and gently stroke it with my thumb. She leans into my hand, she looks so tired.


“I know you’re nervous, but give ‘em a chance ok? If they have a problem with us then we won’t talk to ‘em. And if their brats give our kids a hard time then we’ll move to New York, we’ll all fit in perfect there.” She rolls her eyes and gives the palm of my hand a little kiss. I can’t see how she can be so tired, I’m wired up and ready for anything. I really wanna go slayin. I can feel the demons and vampires out there and just sittin here is drivin me a little crazy. I’m sure after a good night’s slay I’ll be fine. “So we’ll check in, go slayin tonight, and then head to the realtor’s office to sign those papers. And if everything works out we’ll head home and pack up. And if it doesn’t work out then we’ll head home and ask Giles to do any other search, see if anything has recently come on the market.” She knows what I mean by that and she pulls away from me. The person who used to live in the house we wanna buy disappeared about a month ago. No one knows what happened so it could be anything. He could be a demon or vamp, or he could have died and the body is rotting somewhere.


“I wanna get a shower and go to bed, will you get the bags?” I nod my head yes and she gets out of the car. “I’ll wait for you in the lobby.” She closes the door and leaves. Getting the bags won’t be too hard. I told Buffy she could only bring one bag, she said three and after two hours of debating back and forth we agreed on two. And she stuffed as much crap as she could into both bags. I only brought one bag. Some clothes, my tooth brush, my hair brush, some of my make up and my Christmas present. We haven’t used it in a good long while, and it’s gettin a little lonely. Maybe Buffy’ll finally cave and let me use it on her. A bellhop takes the bags from me and I walk up to Buffy, she’s standin at the front desk gettin our room keys. And you won’t believe who just walked outta the fuckin elevator. What the fuck? What are they doin here? Well, this is certainly a nice surprise. I haven’t seen her in forever. But by the look on Buffy’s face there is probably going to be a fight. I might as well say goodbye to the idea of stayin in a penthouse suite ‘cause I know we’ll get kicked out.


“Faith? Buffy? What are you two doing here?” Kennedy says as she walks out of the elevator and up to us. It’s not only Kennedy walking up to us. Cordelia isn’t far behind. I give Kennedy a playful slap on the arm and tell her about the housing situation and she says it’s about damn time we got outta Shasta Lake. And then she goes on and on about how she’s livin with Cordelia now and workin for the Angel team. And then she gets real quiet and looks over Buffy. B over here has been shootin daggers at her with her eyes for the last five minutes. She hates Kennedy for what she did to Red and I don’t blame her, but I’m still friends with Ken and she’s just going to have to deal with that ‘cause I may care for Red but Ken is still a good friend of mine. “Buffy, I know you’re still pissed at me, but I never meant to hurt Will-”


“Faith I’m tired I’m gonna head on up.” She hands me the extra key and leads the bellhop over to the elevator and gives me one good long glare as the doors close. I give her a little frown but look away. I look over at Kennedy and she looks a little sad. She gives me this look like ‘I didn’t mean to’, and I nod my head. She doesn’t have to explain herself to me.


“So, workin for the Angel team now? How’s that workin out?” She goes on and on about how great it is but he keeps sending her out on missions so she spends more time away from L.A. then actually livin in L.A. but it’s fine because Cordelia always finds a way to go with her. And it’s usually whining until Angel finally gets so sick of hearin her voice he’d rather stake himself then have her around the office. “So, how’s Matt? Is he here with you guys?” She sounds a little desperate but she’s tryin to hide it. She loves Mattie to death so bein away from him must be killin her. Ok, so maybe not killin her but she probably misses him a lot.


“Nah, the kids are at home with Brat. We’ll be here for about a week so if you guys wanna stop by and see him and Addy feel free. I’ll call Brat tonight and give her a heads up.” She says a little thank you and then she and Cordelia scamper off ‘cause they are on a mission. They’re huntin down some demon that’s been huntin down other demons and takin body parts. I offered to help but Kennedy likes to slay solo, says other people just get in the way. So I head upstairs. Buffy’s probably gonna be really pissed. I hope she doesn’t take it out on me ‘cause the way she was actin about the little surprise this trip has the potential to turnin into one big fight. The elevator doors open and all that’s in front of me is a little hallway and one door. Gotta love a penthouse suite. We’re the only people on this floor, we can be as loud as we want.


I open the door and take a look around. My jaw almost drops at the size of this place. It’s big, huge, way bigger then I thought it was gonna be. It’s just like an apartment, only huge. The back wall of the living room is nothing but a giant window and we can see the city, everything, the shopping center, the residential district, the park, two of the schools, everything. There’s a huge couch against the wall over to my right, against the wall to my left is a....pause for dramatic effect......wood burning fireplace, and in front of it.....another pause for effect.....dark blue shag rug. I can’t wait to walk around barefoot on that, the feeling of the fibers between my toes always makes me laugh. I have ticklish feet so what? There are some really cool paintings on the walls, over in the corner is a desk with a phone. Yeah, ‘cause we’re really going to be doing any work. After seeing this place I think we should just move in here. I walk in and close the door. It’s even nicer once you walk in it.


What’s that door over there? Wow. Biggest fuckin bathroom I’ve ever seen. And everything looks marble. I wonder if it’s real. The counter top is huge and there are two sinks that look like they’re made of gold. And the wall has one long mirror that has a gold frame. And only shit the bathtub is a Jacuzzi. Where the fuck did Buffy go? I turn the knobs and fill the tub up with water once it’s full I shut off the hot water. Now which button do I wanna push? There are like ten different settings on this thing and all of them look like they’ll be good. Oh There’s one called ‘Honeymooners’ let’s see what that does, shall we? Holy shit. It turned on all the water jets that are on the very bottom of the tub, and the ones that will come up to my lower back and abdomen. I cannot wait to get into that tub. Great, and now I can’t see anything ‘cause all the bubbles. Oh well, I’ll just have to move around until I find one worth sittin on. I strip off all my clothes and put them out in the living room, on the couch. I guess the bellhop took our bags into the bedroom ‘cause I don’t see ‘em anywhere.


I open up the bedroom door and holy shit this room is nice. Everything is red. A deep dark red, and there are unlit candles all over the place. The bed looks so comfortable. If it’s as great as it looks then I’ll be sleepin like we did before we had kids. I’m not tryin to be mean but I used to go to bed at two or three in the morning and be up at noon maybe even one, now I’m up at seven and down at ten, how lame is that? The curtains are closed so the room is really dark and if it weren’t for my super cool slayer vision I wouldn’t be able to see anything at all. I see our bags at the foot of the bed and I see Buffy, under the covers and facing away from me but I know she isn’t asleep. I have to play this just right or she’ll get pissed. So I put on a bathrobe that’s conveniently draped over the back of the recliner. I slip one on and slowly walk over to the bed. I pull back the dark red canopy and crawl over to her. I spoon her from behind and she snuggles into me.


“Baby, come take a bath with me.” I hear her grumble but her face is buried in her pillow so I can’t make out what she’s sayin. Hmm, maybe she really is tired. I know she looks like it but I thought that was just ‘cause of the long drive. “It’ll make you feel better. Come on, B, they have these special water jets that’ll really calm you down.” And now she’s trying to shrug me off her. Great. Ok, how can I convince her to come in there with me? Oh, I know. It’s perfect, she won’t say no. “I’ll give you a massage. Just your back ‘cause I know how tired you are and it’ll help you relax.” She just lies there for a few seconds and I know she’s thinkin about it. She lifts her head up and rests the side of her face on the pillow.


“Ok, but only for a little while, I don’t want to be in there all day. I wanna call and check in with Dawn before it gets too late and I think we should do a little exploring of the town on foot before we patrol tonight. I don’t want to get lost. Do you want to go out for dinner tonight, or just order room service?” Hmm, to stay in or to go out, that is the question. Ok, that was lame, but whatever. If we go out the possibility of the food sucking is pretty high since we’ve never eaten anywhere in this city, but the food here is supposed to be top notch. Or we could go out and have a romantic dinner for two in some quiet restaurant, maybe even go big and drive to Vegas for some real fun. Or I could go out, get some flowers and stuff and then send her out shopping or whatever and then set up a private candle lit dinner just for us and then make sweet love down by the fire, literally. I think this deserves to be judged before the court.


“If I set up somethin here that’s a surprise and really romantic what are the odds of us making love afterwards?” I couldn’t have said ‘having sex afterwards’ or ‘me getting laid’ because that would have been a flat out ‘no’ answer. She thinks about it for a couple of minutes and I gently rub her back. She rolls over so she can look at me and I notice she’s already in her pajamas. They’re white with little brown and black teddy bears all over them. I swear she’s tryin to hold onto her youth for as long as she can.


“There’s a fifty-fifty chance depending on what the surprise is. I’m not having sex on that rug in front of the fire place so get that out of your mind right now.” I frown and then scowl a little bit. I really wanted to have sex there. It’s too cliche to pass up. I was even gonna put on some Berry White, make it really cheesy. “Don’t give me that look. In here is really nice, with all the deep colors, and these sheets feel like heaven, and I should know, I was there for four months, remember?” I smile at her little joke but I don’t think it’s funny. I remember when she died, Angel told me all about it. I don’t think I ever felt more.....alone in my life. Just knowing she was gone, that we’d never see each other again, that I’d never get to tell her everything I wanted to tell her.....but now she’s here with me, and we have a kick ass life together.


“Alright so it won’t be on the rug, but I’m gonna need a little while to set it up so after you call Dawn tonight do ya think you can go shopping for a while?” She smiles and nods her head yes. She’ll never turn down the opportunity to go shopping. And I’m so glad I don’t have to go because she always makes me hold her purse. It’s embarrassing. I don’t even have any balls but whenever she makes me hold that damn purse of hers I always feel like she’s cut ‘em off and taken ‘em from me. I lean down and give her a couple of quick kisses on her lips but I pull back before they get heated.


“Alright, Blondie, bath time for you.” I jump off the bed and she giggles a little bit. I love makin her giggle, that means she’s in a good mood and her good moods usually lead to us havin sex. I may be pussy whipped but I’m still me, and Faith is a nympho, ask anybody. I pick her up off the bed and carry her into the bathroom. Her eyes light up when she sees the bathtub/Jacuzzi. I set her down and undress her and place a quick kiss here and there as I take off her clothes.


“So, Faith, this surprise that you’re planning, what is it?” She knows better then to ask about stuff like that. I may be a little dumb, never graduated high school and still can’t figure out where that hour goes when we switch to day light savings time, but I can keep a secret. “I mean, I don’t wanna underdress or anything.” I already thought about that. I’m gonna lay out a dress for her to wear since she packed two of them, one is a classic black floor length with little straps, and the other is a little more casual. A dark blue, knee high, with thin straps, a little slit up the side of one thigh. That’s the one I’m gonna lay out on the bed. And when she gets back from her shopping I’ll be waitin at the door and when she opens it I’ll put a blind fold on her and lead her into the bedroom.


“Don’t worry, I got it all figured out.” I take off the robe and drop it to the ground. I pick her up and very carefully get into the tub. I can feel the jets on my feet and it’s makin walking very hard. I sit down with her in my lap and I moan out when a jet hits me just right. “Oh God, no wonder they call this the Honeymooner setting.” She rolls her eyes, she’s still in my lap so she has no idea what I’m feeling right now. She leans forward and I open my eyes to see what she’s doin, and she changes the setting from Honeymooner to somethin else. Great, and now the jets are only on my back. Oh well, this feels pretty nice too, it just won’t get me off. “So, how ‘bout that massage huh?” I crack my knuckles and start to rub her sensitive back. She leans forward again to give me better access. I work my hands over her back real slow, and give her muscles a deep rub down. She really needed this. After seein Kennedy she was so tense it felt like her back was gonna snap.


“So this surprise...” She knows better then to talk about it because I’m not gonna tell her anything about it. I roll my eyes a little as she continues to talk. “Is there a special occasion that I forgot about or is it just you letting out your romantic side?” Letting out my romantic side? I’m romantic all the time. It’s not like I need a special occasion to make her feel special. I have two options here: one, I can say something really cheesy lettin her know that it’s just me ‘letting out my romantic side’. Or two, I can pretend that there is a special occasion and freak her out. Number two will probably end up with her mad at me and I won’t get any sex no matter how much of my romantic side I let out. But the first one might make her giggle. Option number one it is.


“I just wanna remind you how special you are, that’s all.” She lets out a little ‘aww’ and she leans against me. She reaches around and grabs onto my wrists and wraps my arms around her. “What about the back rub?” She shakes her head no and gives me a little kiss on my neck. She sighs and relaxes against me and she nuzzles my neck with her nose. “This is nice.” She gives a little nod in agreement and I look around the bathroom. The lights are dim and if we had a few lit candles and some flowers this could be considered romantic. “Not just this, like this room or us bein alone. But everything is so...nice.” I’m babbling which is so not me. I’m Faith, I don’t babble. Who the hell is this idiot talkin? ‘Cause it sure isn’t me. “I know it don’t say it enough, but.....” Why do I always have a hard time sayin it? It’s true, it’s not like I’m lyin. I mean it, I feel it, so why can’t I just say it? “I love you.” She turns in my arms and I have to bite back the moan since she put some pressure on my pussy and it felt damn good. She’s lookin at me with this look like she can’t believe her ears.


“I love you too, baby.” I lean forward and kiss her very gently. She tries to deepen it but I pull back. I changed my mind about fuckin in this tub. I wanna wait until tonight since I have everything all nice and planned out. “And I know you love me, I don’t need to hear it all the time. I don’t want you to say it because you think you don’t say it enough.” Ok, now I’m gettin a little pissed. Don’t girls normally bitch and whine because they don’t get told that enough? And she’s telling me not to tell her that I love her? What kind of shit is that?


“I’m not. I’m sayin it because I mean it. If I didn’t mean it I wouldn’t say it.” Ok, that came out a little harsh. When it comes to me and my emotions I’m a little....protective, I guess. It took me a long time to let Buffy in, and she knows it’s hard for me to talk about my feelings and my past so she should be really fuckin happy that I just told her that, but instead she’s sayin all this other shit.


“Baby don’t get mad. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying that you don’t have to say it because you think you don’t say it enough. You should say it because you feel it.” And now she’s poutin. She knows I can’t resist that. Never have been able to, never will. “Forgive me for being a jerk?” She leans forward and gives me a kiss. Her tongue slips out and teases my bottom lip. She’s such a little tease and she doesn’t even know it. I open my mouth and capture the tip of her tongue between my lips and gently suck on it. I give it a little nip and then let go completely and pull back before things get too hot in here. “What’s the matter, baby? We’re finally alone, don’t you wanna?” And now she’s feeling insecure. All these years together and she feels insecure about my horniness for her.


“I want to, God I want to, but I wanna wait until tonight. That’s the rule, no sex of any kind until tonight. And that includes masturbation, ya little cheater.” She gives me this mock-offended look and then a look of pure innocence and her bats her eyelashes and give me this look like ‘who, me? I wasn’t going to do that’. “Don’t give me that look, you know you were trying to think of way to get me outta here so you could take matters into your own hand.” She rolls her eyes and then turns around in my lap again and I have to bite back another moan. She sighs and relaxes against me again and I wrap my arms around her and we just sit here in silence, completely comfortable. Well not completely ‘cause her ass is kinda boney and it’s diggin into my thighs. I can’t wait until tonight, it’s gonna be pretty damn special alright, ‘cause we’re finally gonna put the strap on to good use.


BPOV


“I need you to sign here.” Faith is the one signing the papers. I guess it’s a macho thing that she be the one to do this. We’re sitting in the office of Becky Davis. Our credit check came through with flying colors and the house is ours. All we have to do is finish signing these and we can head home and pack up. “And here.” She signs another one of the papers. We read these over very carefully about fifteen minutes ago. The prices seem fine, and there are no hidden fees which is good because we made a great offer on it, way more then it’s worth so if they charge us with other stuff I’ll be really pissed off. “And here......Great, you’re all done. The house is officially yours. I’ll be by today to take down the for sale sign. It was great meeting you two. Can you stop by the house around one this afternoon? I can give you the keys then.” We tell her that one o’ clock will be fine and we leave the office.


I can’t believe we’re really doing this. I mean, I know it’s happening, we’re moving finally, but I just can’t believe it. I think it’ll finally hit me after we have all of our stuff packed up and the house is empty. Maybe then I’ll realize that this is all really happening. Xander and his wife are staying in Shasta Lake because construction is really starting to boom there so he would be dumb not to be there. Willow moved away. She finally came back at the end of January. She moved into the slayer facility and is running the magic department now. She sold her house in Shasta Lake and got rid of her little dog because that bitch Kennedy is the one that gave it to her. I don’t even think Willow took all of her stuff, most of it was thrown out because of all the memories. I feel so bad for her but she’s getting better. She’s not one hundred percent yet, but she’s getting there. I just wish there was something I can do to help her, but there’s nothing. She just needs to move on and it’s going to take time. I’d kill Kennedy if I could but Faith says I need to be nice.


I don’t even know why she’s still friends with that whore. I know Faith’s right, I won’t admit it to her, but I know she’s right that if Kennedy had stayed with Willow any longer then things would be even worst and she can’t be with someone when she really loves someone else. I know all of that, but still. She hurt my friend and I really want to make her pay. Call it slayer loyalties or whatever. I feel this deep need to protect my friends and family, to get revenge on the people who hurt them. But I can’t hurt Kennedy because it would be wrong. God, why do I have to always do the right thing? Ok, so maybe I don’t always do the right thing, but still. I mean, would it be so wrong to make her pay a little? I wouldn’t break any bones...ok maybe a couple. All I know is that Kennedy hasn’t been a potential for a long time, so if I hurt her and she fights back it’ll actually hurt. I wouldn’t be dealing with a human with great fighting skills I’d dealing with a slayer with great fighting skills. And it wouldn’t end well.


I can’t stop thinking about last night. I look over at Faith as she steers the car around a corner. I don’t know where she’s taking us but I’ll follow her no matter where it is. Especially after last night. I lean over in my seat and give her a little kiss on the cheek. I’ve been more...affectionate today then I normally am. It’s just...last night was proof of what wonderful she really is. She was able to help me get passed that little strap on problem I was having. I mean, I could wear it and use it on her and it would be fine, I felt a little silly but no big deal. But whenever she would use it on me...I don’t know, I just started thinking back to all of the guys I’ve been with and what it was like with them and I don’t want to be thinking about anyone else when I’m with Faith. But she helped me get passed that. I’ll do a flashback so you can see just how incredible she really is.


(Flashback to last night)


I don’t know why Faith wants to use this on me so much. Sure we’ve always talked about using toys, it just never happened. And when I bought this I thought that I’d be on the giving end of it. I never really thought that I’d be on the one on my back while she gently thrusts inside me. Sure I get a little pleasure out of it, but it makes me a little uncomfortable. We’ve tried a couple of times before and all of those times ended pretty quick because whenever its inside me I can’t help but think about the other people I’ve been with.


I’m looking passed her, staring at the ceiling and she’s going really slow. I guess she doesn’t want to hurt me since I’m not used to this. I want to let her do this because it makes her happy, but I just can’t. It feels too weird. I can’t stop remembering the night I shared with Parker. I don’t know why but it just feels a lot a like. I mean, I can feel Faith’s body against me, her breasts on mine and I know it’s her but that night is still running through my head. “Stop, please. I’m sorry but I can’t do this.” She stops all movement but she doesn’t pull it out. She looks into my eyes and her eyebrows furrow a little.


“Why, B? What’s the matter baby?” Her voice is so husky, I love it. Just the sound of her saying that sent little shivers down my spine. Now if she’d just take this thing out of me then we can really enjoy ourselves. She brushes some hair out of my face and gives me this concerned look. And now I’ve made her think that something’s wrong. Nothing’s wrong, I just don’t like this. Well, that’s a lie. It’s not that I don’t like it, because I do. I like it and I’m thinking about someone else while I’m liking it. That’s almost like cheating. I’m thinking about Parker while Faith is making me feel really good, that’s just wrong. But I need to be honest with her. If I keep things from her then I’ll feel guilty about it and because of the guilt I’ll be a total bitch and we’ll start fighting.


“I just...I can’t stop thinking about him. Feeling this inside me is reminding me of that night.” She gives me this look and I know she thinks I’m talking about Angel. Angel is always going to be a sore spot with us. She cares about Angel because he helped her when no one else would, and they get along ok, but when it comes to me she hates Angel. She hates that he was my first and she hates that he came back from that hell dimension because if he had just stayed gone then maybe things would have been completely different. “I just...I can’t get Parker out of my mind. And I don’t want to but I can’t help but think about him when this is in me.” I move my hips around a little to let her know exactly what I’m talking about. She’s quiet as she thinks about what I told her. Why isn’t she just pulling the thing out of me? I told her why I don’t want to do this and yet here we are, with that buried deep inside and her just sitting there, not moving, with a look of deep concentration on her face.


“Be honest ok?” she says and looks a little concerned. I nod my head yes, she only says that when she asks something about my past. She mostly said it when we were talking about Spike. I did leave some things out because I know she hates that fact that I was with him. But mostly she hates him for taking advantage of me. It’s my fault too, I let him do those things, I could have said no, I could have been stronger but I wasn’t. “When you were with Riley did you think about Angel or Parker?” What? What kind of question is that? I shake my head no. I want to say something but she interrupts me before I can. “And if things didn’t work out with us, if you never told me you loved me on the bus ride to Angel’s, or if I had said no to us dating.” Why is she saying these things? “Would you have dated another guy, if we never got together?” What the hell? Why is she asking these things? But I told her I’d be honest, so I have to be.


“Probably. But, Faith, what does this have to do with anything?” She leans down and kisses me. It’s short but sweet and I feel a little more at ease. She caresses my cheek again and I lean into her touch. I would really like to know what she’s up to. Why did she want to know all of that stuff? I trust her, it’s not like she’s going to do anything that will hurt me and if I tell her to take this out of me she will but I think I’ll hold off until I know what she’s planning.


“Just pretend this is real.” She moves the fake cock around in a circular motion and my legs tense up. I have them wrapped around her, my heels are on her lower back, a few centimeters away from her ass. I’m looking into her eyes and her gaze is so intense. She’s never looked at me like this before. It’s so...intoxicating. “Pretend it’s mine.” I nod my head yes, for some reason I’m having a lot of trouble talking tonight. So I pretend it’s hers. She starts thrusting very slowly and I move along with her because I’m not a pillow queen.


My eyes never leave hers. Normally in this situation I would stare up at the ceiling but her gaze is so powerful I can’t tear myself away from it. I tighten my grip on her waist with my legs and she speeds up a little bit but just barely. We’re starting to sweat, I’m covered in a thin sheen of it. I can see drops forming around her hairline. They all drip to the center of her forehead coming together to make one drop, and it slides down to the tip of her nose. It hangs there for a few seconds before it falls and lands right between my eyes. Faith smiles a little and leans down and kisses the drop away.


We’re not talking, we’re both being quiet which is really strange. I’m a moaner and she’s a talker, but right now we’re both being quiet. The only sounds are our heavy breathing and the wet sucking sounds from her cock thrusting in and out of me. I can feel my orgasm building. It’s a slow process but it’s great. The intensity of it all, the look in here eyes, the feel of her body on mine, all of it is almost too much. I rub her sweaty back and run my fingers through her damp hair. I’m getting so close, I hope she’s close too. I don’t want this to be one sided, I want her to come too, I want her to feel as good as I do right now. I hope she does. I caress the back of her neck and pull her closer and capture her lips with mine. I kiss her with everything I’ve got. I want her to feel with this one act how much I love her. I wonder if she can feel it.


I feel a moan form in the back of my throat and I break the kiss as every color of Crayola passes before my eyes as I come. I hear myself yell out Faith’s name but it’s like I’m hearing it as a third person, like I’m just a spectator hearing it from somewhere else in the room. I feel my inner walls clamp down around her appendage and I thrust upward and the base of the cock must grind against her clit because I feel her bite down on my shoulder and then I feel her come slide down the half inch or so and mix with my own. Yep, almost the entire thing is still inside me. I don’t think anyone has every made me feel this good, except for her. This was very intense and mind blowing, and toe curling, but I have to admit that I like the feel of her fingers and mouth better then this.


She collapses on top of me, her face is buried in the crook of my neck. I’m trying as hard as I can to catch my breath but it isn’t working. I try to gulp down the air as I turn my head a little to the side and kiss her. Since her face is still buried in my neck I’m kissing her ear, but I don’t mind. As long as it’s a part of her, I just need my lips against her right now. I feel her start to shake and I wrap my arms around her and hold her as tight as I can but my muscles don’t want to work yet so my grip isn’t very strong.


“I love you,” she repeats over and over and over and over. I say it back as I continue to kiss her ear. I feel her kissing my neck and it sends little shivers down my spine. When I can control my arms a little more I gently rub her back. I want to stay here forever, with her in my arms and her arms wrapped tightly around me, kissing her as she kisses me. I love this feeling, her lying on top of me with all of her weight. I can still breathe, with a little bit of difficulty but it’s not like I’m going to suffocate. I love feeling all of her like this. I feel her start to pull out. A little bit of my come that’s trapped inside me leaks out. I tighten my legs on her back stopping her from moving.


“No. Stay inside me, please? I want you inside me.” I sound breathless and my voice is husky. She nods her head yes and leaves one more little kiss on my neck and I feel her breathing even out as she falls asleep. “I love you, Faith.” Since she’s asleep she can’t answer me back, but I know she would. I think she’s said it to me more tonight then she has in our entire relationship and we’ve been together for nine years. I know she loves me, I don’t need to hear it all the time. She shows me through her actions and it’s good enough for me. I’m just so glad that I have her, she’s mine and I’ll always be hers and there’s nothing on this earth that can change that.


(End flashback)


Yeah, pretty amazing huh? I love her so much. She’s the greatest person in the world and she wants me, and me only. I wonder where we’re going? It looks like she’s taken us to the downtown area. Not that it says much. There’s a mall, some other shops and a couple movie theaters. I don’t know why they have two, this town is small enough that they should only need one. But oh well. And she’s pulling into the parking lot of one of the theaters. Movies 10, wow, how creative. And yes I’m being sarcastic. She shuts off the engine and turns in her seat so she’s facing me.


“Wanna pick a movie, sit in the back row and make out until we have to meet the realtor?” I nod my head yes and she smiles wide and so do I. We unbuckle our seatbelts but she grabs onto my arm before I can get out of the car. She leans forward and gives me a little kiss on the lips. “Wait here, my lady.” She kisses me again before she jumps out of the car and runs around the front of it. I giggle as she opens my door and offers me her hand.


“Why thank you. You are such a gentleman.” We both laugh and she helps me out of the car. She uses the little thing on the key ring to lock the car up after the door is closed. We walk up to the theater hand in hand and there are plenty of other people also making their way up to the ticket booth. I hope we don’t get stuck in a crowded room. I hate seeing a movie when there are a lot of other people around. My slayer hearing always picks up on the whispers and giggles and stuff like that and I have trouble concentrating on kissing Faith. When I can hear people talking about us it’s really hard to concentrate on what I’m doing.


Let’s see, there’s a good selection of films to pick from. Do we want to see a horror or thriller? No, because the screams and the sounds of people dying always distracts Faith. She’s a die hard horror fan after all, I’m not so it’s easy for me to ignore, but she always ends up trying to make out with me and watch the movie at the same time and she always ends up biting my tongue and it hurts. What about a comedy? No, it’s hard to concentrate when everyone around you is laughing because we both want to see what’s happening that’s so funny. What about a drama? Perfect. The people are usually quiet and as long as there aren’t any fights or anything like that it should be fine. Ok, now which one? Hmm. I haven’t even heard of any of these movies before. Ok, maybe one or two but the rest I’ve never heart of. I look at her for help because the guy just asked me what we want to see and I have no clue. She smiles and squeezes my hand a little.


“Two for the Lake House, please.” Ok, I guess that settles it. It’ll be perfect. It’s a drama so it’ll be really easy to just kiss right through it until we have to leave. Hmm, kissing and keeping an eye on the time might be a little difficult. Then again the movie is almost two hours long, so it should be over by the time we need to leave. It’ll only take about ten minutes to get there. When I went shopping yesterday while Faith was setting up my surprise I had some time to walk around the town and it is really small. It takes no more then fifteen minutes to get anywhere. Twenty minutes from one end of the town to the other. But they have it set up in such a way that the businesses are in the middle and all of the houses surround them in different culs-de-sac. And how come the plural form of cul-de-sac is culs-de-sac? I just don’t get it. I think it should be cul-de-sacs, but I passed English wit a C- so I’m probably not the most reliable person when it comes to knowing these types of things, but still, I think it’s stupid.


Good, the room isn’t too crowded and most of the people are sitting in the middle of the room and a few up front, only two or three are in the back. We find out spots and sit down. Faith bought some popcorn at the concession stand on the short walk to this room. I don’t know why she bought it, it’s not like we’re going to be.....oh, now I see why. What a sneaky little harlot. She put the bag of popcorn between her legs so the only way I’ll be able to get some is if I stick my hand in there. I guess that’s why when she bumped into that guy and ‘accidentally’ spilled half the bag she didn’t get mad. She did it on purpose so I’d have to reach in real deep to get some. Ok, I’ll play her little game. Lets see how long she can hold out.


She does the cheesy thing that a guy usually does when he’s out on a date. The whole fake yawn and stretch and then letting your arm rest across the girl’s shoulders. Yeah, I know, very lame, but I like it. She’s sweet, even if it is very cheesy. She clears her throat and shakes her hair off her shoulders but her eyes don’t leave the screen. Please, if she could be any more obvious she’d be saying: ‘Please, B, reach in for some popcorn so you can rub against my crotch and get me all worked up, please baby.’ Well, she’s about to get her wish.


I reach in very slowly and dig around a little bit. Luckily she didn’t order extra butter or else my hand would be all greasy. Well, greasier I should. I take my time and make sure that my fingers rub against the bag, thus rubbing against her crotch. I feel her squirm a little. What the hell? She never squirms, at least she didn’t used to. What’s up with her? It’s almost like I’m making her uncomfortable. She grads my arm and I stop moving my hand. She looks at me and she looks a little annoyed.


“Jeez B, we’re out in public, you wanna stop molesting me?” she whispers really low so no one will hear us. She’s smiling so I know she’s just joking. But it still isn’t nice. I start to pout and she smiles a little wider. She reaches out and holds my bottom lip between her index finger and thumb and gives it a little tug. “You might wanna be careful stickin that thing out. One day someone’s gonna cut it off.” I try to pull away but she won’t let go. She smiles and lets out a little laugh and she leans in really close and at the last possible second she lets go of my lip and starts sucking on it. Mmmmmm, I love it when she does this.


Ok, getting a little bored here. I wanna play too. She lets go of my lip and kisses me. It’s soft and slow and I want so much more. I kiss her back and our tongues start to play one of their favorite games. I feel her hand on my hip and I turn my body more towards her which is a little uncomfortable. She toys with my skin there for a few seconds and then I feel her hand start to sneak its way my shirt. Then I hear it, and I want to do something violent but I can’t because everyone is entitled to their own opinion and all that other bullshit.


“Oh my God,” she sounds like a teenager but she could be a little older. “That’s so fuckin gross. We should complain to the management and get them kicked out. Where the fuck do they think they are, San Francisco?” I really wanna go hurt that girl. I pull back from kissing and turn around in my seat, but I can’t tell who said that because there are now ten or so people, mostly teen girls, not sitting too far away from us and none of them are looking at us. I look over at Faith with this pout on my face and she knows what I’m trying to tell her. I want her to be all macho and do something about it. She shrugs and gives me a little kiss on the lips and then caresses my cheek.


“Sticks and stones, B.” She always says that, and I hate it. She used to stick up for us everywhere we went. Ok, not everywhere because we usually don’t act like a couple out in public, we don’t hold hands a lot or stuff like that. It’s not like we’re trying to hide our relationship or anything we just never act very coupley unless we’re out on a date, or making out in the back row at a movie theater, or if someone is hitting on one of us, then we’ll act coupley so the person will back off.


“Come on, let’s really give ‘em somethin to talk about.” She wiggles her eyebrows and I smile a little. She leans in and kisses me and I kiss her back. I hear that girl practically growl but I don’t care. If she doesn’t want to see this then she can just look away. I hope everyone in this town isn’t like that. I really hope we do make friends and our kids are treated right by their classmates and other people that live here. I really don’t want to move to New York.


FPOV


Finally, the house is ours. I can’t believe everything worked out so well. I doubted we were gonna get it because our credit isn’t the best. I guess Buffy offered too much for them to turn down. We’re leaving the car here in Lincoln and we’re going to fly back to California and pack a few bags and B and me and the kids are flying back to Nevada, and Brat and her guy are going to drive over all our stuff. Dawn wants to see what the house looks like and since she and B haven’t been spending a lot of time together she thought a trip to Nevada would be perfect. And Kyle’s comin along ‘cause she took his balls away years ago.


We’re on Giles’ private jet right now on the plane ride home. Well, our old home would probably be more accurate. I’m lyin down on the little two person couch, my feet against the window and my head is restin in B’s lap and I’m starin at the little light on the ceiling. Her eyes are closed but I know she’s not sleepin ‘cause she’s strokin my hair. I really wish I could have a cigarette but Giles said if I ‘foul up his jet with those horrid things’ then we can’t use it anymore.


I know B is worried, not only ‘cause she hates flyin, but she’s worried about movin to Lincoln. She just wants to be accepted like everyone else and she’s freakin out ‘cause she thinks that isn’t gonna happen. But worst, she thinks our kids aren’t gonna be accepted. I’m a little worried too ‘cause I know first hand that kids can be cruel. But we won’t get into that. I really don’t wanna bring up those memories.


“I think I might go back to school,” I say, breakin the silence. She looks at me like I just told her I wanna smoke the world’s biggest crack rock. I’ve been thinkin a lot about what she said and I think it would be a good idea. It would be nice to be financially independent. There’s no way in hell I’m gettin a desk job, but maybe somethin I like doin. Ya know, like workin at a auto shop or a bike shop. I’m good at that stuff. And they’re pretty good paying jobs. And it would be nice to be a college graduate, then I’d at least have the option of getting a good job.


“I’ve been thinkin about what you said and I think I should go back. I mean, we both can’t do it at the same time, ‘cause I know how much you wanna go back to college. So I was thinkin that you could go back first, graduate and then you can be home takin care of Addy while I go back.” Sounds like a good plan to me. She smiles and starts to twirl my hair around her fingers, the way Mattie does with her when he’s upset or tired.


“We can do something like that. But I think it would be better if we, maybe, have Addison go to daycare while you go back to school. I only finished one whole year of college so it’ll be three before you can go back and you have to work at getting your GED and then graduate college, she’ll be in school by the time we’re done. So I think maybe daycare would be better, and then we can enroll in something at the same time. That way by the time I’ve graduated you’ll be starting college.” Hers sounds so much better but I don’t like the idea of my kid in daycare. I mean, we had Mattie all to ourselves until he was five I sort of thought we’d do the same thing with Addy. Her eyebrows scrunch a little and she looks worried. What the hell? She was just smilin and everything, why the sudden mood change?


“I don’t think we’ll be able to do that,” she sounds a little disappointed. What? Why the hell not? We just planned it out and everything. Sure those plans weren’t written in stone but they sounded good enough. “The wedding will get in the way of it all.” Oh right, the wedding. I forgot all about that. “I don’t think our professors will give us a week or two off from studying so we can go on our honeymoon and if we miss too many classes we’ll get dropped from the course.” She’s gonna hate what I’m about to say but it needs to be said. I sigh and prepare for the worst.


“Maybe we should postpone the wedding.” She stops moving, and tenses up. The look in her eyes hardens a little bit and I don’t think she’s breathing. “I know we agreed we’d wait until Addy’s two but maybe we should move it until after we’re both done with this whole school thing. That way it won’t be an interruption or whatever, we’ll be able to enjoy it and be relaxed. I don’t wanna be on our honeymoon and wonderin if I failed the test I took right before we left. It’ll just make things easier if we wait to have it.” She shakes her head a little bit and looks away from me and starts chewin on her bottom lip.


“This is exactly why I wanted to have it last spring. Things are getting in the way. Now it’s ‘let’s wait and we both graduate college’. And soon it’ll be ‘let’s wait until we both have jobs’ and after that it’ll just be something else.” She sounds a little mad, mostly she sounds really annoyed. Probably not annoyed with me directly but with the situation. My eyebrows knit together tightly and I sit up and face her. She’s not lookin at me so I cup her chin and turn her head so she is.


“It’s gonna happen, B. I promised you it is, so it will. But if we really wanna grow up and do the adult thing then we need to go back to school first.” Wow, did I really just say that? And when did we become adults? We’ve matured a little, yeah, but we’re still young, hot, desirable women, when did we grow up? She looks just as shocked as I do. I guess we’ve never really thought about it before. I know I haven’t. We can’t be grown ups because they’re all uptight and shit, we are so not uptight. We know how to let loose and have fun. Ok I just need to calm down. I’m completely overreacting to the situation. We became adults when Mattie was born, and we wouldn’t change that for the world. So this adult thing isn’t so bad because we have our beautiful little babies. I guess what I said finally got through B’s thick skull ‘cause she looks a little embarrassed.


“I guess you’re right.” See, I told you. I’m Faith, I’m always right. “I’m sorry I got mad, it’s just...I’m afraid if we let too many things get in the way then it’ll never happen. I don’t want ten or fifteen years to go by and still only be engaged. It’s not a bad thing, I just want to marry you.” I smile a little and give her a kiss on the lips. I feel her relax and I pull away. I hope we get home soon. I trust Brat, but something could’ve happened and I can’t wait to see my kids again. I miss ‘em. It took us almost an hour just to leave because B couldn’t pry herself away ‘em and I acted like leavin was no big deal ‘cause I knew that if I made a big scene about it then we never woulda left. But I thought I was gonna die when we drove away from the house and I wanted to turn around and go back but I knew that if I did then we never woulda left. “Promise me that after we are both graduated from college we’ll get married. No matter what else is going on at the time we’ll have our wedding. Promise?” I cup her cheek and she leans into my hand.


“I promise, I’ll even seal it with a kiss.” I lean in and kiss her with all I’ve got. I pull her close to me until she’s straddlin my lap. I tease the skin just above the waistline on her pants and slowly work my way up her shirt. I feel her stomach muscles quiver under my soft touch. I love it when they do that. I stop right before I reach her tit, I can feel the fabric of her bra on my fingertips. I pull back from the kiss and start suckin on her neck. She hates it when I give her hickies on her neck ‘cause people can see ‘em but I don’t care right now. I love doin it, marking her to let everyone know she’s mine. She always teases me about it, says I’m like a jealous dog but I don’t care.


“Maybe I can open up my own business. I mean, I know all this martial arts stuff because of the slayer training, why not make money off it?” I don’t respond, I just keep sucking and biting her soft skin. I feel her shudder and she tries to lower her body a little but I got a pretty good grip on her. I know what she’s doin so I’ll just go ahead and give her what she wants. I slip my hand under her bra and palm her tit and start squeezin it gently, just how she likes it. I feel her sigh and she pulls back a little and I hold back a smile. I kiss her collarbone and start nippin at it. I unbutton the first four buttons of her shirt and I nip my way down to her bra covered tits. “People will pay good money to be trained by someone with my skills. What do you think?” I sigh and look into her eyes. I see the little glimmer of mischief. She’s doin this on purpose to irritate me. I just know she is.


“B, I’m doin some of my best work here and you’re just talking right through it.” She sighs and rolls her eyes a little. “And, yeah, I think that’s a good idea. But you’ll have to get a business degree before you can open your own place.” What? I know a thing or two about that kinda stuff. I don’t wanna talk about it, but I was taught a couple things when I was little. She looks a little surprised but I ignore it and pick up where I left off. I kiss in between the tops of her boobs and she giggles a little. She’s ticklish in some of the weirdest places. And it comes and goes, she’s not always ticklish in the same spot twice. She’s weird but I love her.


I unclasp her bra with my teeth since she’s wearing the kind with the clasp in the front. She sighs and then lets out a little moan when I start to tease her areola with the tip of my tongue. I love teasin her, it’s so fun. And the little noises she makes when she starts to get frustrated gets me really hot and bothered. I kiss the tip of her nipple with one of those little barely there kisses and she puts her hands on the back of my head. Oh no, she’s not gonna do that. If I let those hands stay there she’ll start pushin on my head to try and get me to hurry up. I grab onto her wrists and put her hands on my hips while I lick her nipple. She shudders and I slowly take her rock hard nipple into my mouth.


“This is your captain speaking,” I hear the voice boom out of the speakers from the intercom. God dammit. I like Frank, he’s a nice guy but he really needs to fuck off. I’m not gonna stop ‘cause of him, I just keep suckin on B and lightly nip the tip of her nipple and she shivers. “I have to ask you to please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.” Fuck off Frank. “We’ll be landing in five minutes.” Dammit Fuck Son of a bitch Ok, I think I’m done silently yellin. Nope. FUCK I don’t wanna stop. I feel B push on my shoulders so I stop. I look over at the little camera that’s up on the wall and I flip it off. I can hear Frank over the intercom and he’s laughin. “Now, now Faith there’s no need to be nasty. This is for both your safety. You don’t wanna accidently bite it off when we start to land and have her kill you, do you?” He does have a point. I flip the camera off again. Buffy giggles and clasps her bra and buttons up her shirt and then sits down next to me and buckles up her seat belt. This is so stupid.


So we get home, we rented a car from the airport and on the drive home not only was there a shit load of traffic but we decided that since we’re takin Giles’ private jet on the fly back to Nevada we might as well use it to take most of our stuff. So the only things Kyle will be takin over in the U-haul are the couches, the beds, and the dinning set. Dawn is gonna drive B’s car and if everything goes as planned then they’ll be there about six hours after us. I look over at her and smile before I shut off the car and get out. Poor baby tired herself out by talkin non-stop. Now I gotta carry her into the house, not that I mind. I like carryin her around bridal style ‘cause it usually leads to me whisking her away to the bedroom for yummy hot sex. ‘Whisking her away’, what the hell? I think I read too many romance novels when I was pregnant with Addy.


As soon as I walk in the door I’m almost tackled by Mattie. But he sees that B’s sleepin so he backs off. I look around but I don’t see Dawn anywhere, and I think Kyle is still at work so he won’t be over for at least another hour maybe more. I take sleeping beauty into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed. She mumbles somethin and then rolls over onto her side facin away from me and starts to snore. It isn’t loud or anything but she still is. I tried convincing her a couple years ago that she snores but she doesn’t believe me, even when I put a tape recorder in the room she said that it was me doin it on purpose to make her look bad. She gets very bitchy ‘round ‘that’ time of the month.


I walk towards the living room but I stop at the end of the hallway. I can see Mattie and Addy sittin on the carpet in front of the T.V. playin with their toys. There’s this one toy a cube with a different shaped hole on each side and you have to match the shame shaped block and put it inside and when you’re all done one side of the cube opens up and you can take out all the blocks. Anyway, they’re playin with that and Mattie’s tryin to show her the right block for the side it goes in but she’s gettin a little frustrated ‘cause all she wants to do is chew on the block but he won’t let her. It’s really cute to watch.


“No Addison.” He takes the block away from her and grabs the cube. “Look, you take the square and you have to find the square on the box, see?” He finds the square on the cube and puts the block inside the little hole and she squeals as the music starts up. Oh yeah, every time a block goes through a hole there’s music. But she’s starting to get frustrated again because he won’t let her chew on anything. And he finally gets frustrated enough that he gets up and leaves and walks over to the little toy box in the corner to play with something else. Now that the sweet moment is broken I might as well make myself known. I’m feeling a little ignored. He didn’t even look up. I know he can feel me ‘cause our slayer connection. I walk on the linoleum and stomp kinda loud to attract attention. Addison looks up at me and starts squealin and bouncin up and down and whinin ‘cause she wants me to pick her up.


“Fine, come here ya little whiner.” I pick her up and she keeps bouncin and smilin and squealin. Jeez, this kid sure does take after Buffy. I sit down on the couch and Mattie jumps up here too and gives me a big hug. Then Addison gets jealous and starts whining. These two fight over stuff, especially me and B so much. Are all little kids like this? And of course Mattie isn’t gonna back down ‘cause he’s my little boy. They fight over me most of the time, and B gets a little mad. She’s had this theory goin ever since Mattie was a little baby that I’m the favorite and I have to say that I do agree. Ok, I better start payin attention ‘cause this is startin to get a little violent. “Hey, stop it.” I grab Addy’s wrist and she let’s go of Mattie’s hair and he lets go of her shirt. “Mattie, we talked about this remember? You have to learn to share with your sister.” He frowns and pouts and whines and does all those other little annoying things that B usually does when she doesn’t get her way.


“But it’s not fair. I was here first.” He’s not talkin about on the couch or in the room, he’s talkin about on this planet. He thinks that because he’s older he should get free rein over everything. And as much as I wanna let him have his way I can’t ‘cause that would make him spoiled and all that other shit. There’s almost nothin worst then a spoiled little kid. But I can’t blame him for wantin me all to himself. I mean, it’s me we’re talkin about. Nah, I’m just jokin, I’m not that self-absorbed.


“Mattie, it doesn’t matter who was born first, you have to learn to share.” There, I got in the motherly bit now let’s change the subject. “Has she had a nap today?” He shakes his head no and leans against the back of the couch. Ok, so now he’s givin me the silent treatment. Alright, I’ll play his little game. “Where’s your aunt Dawn?” Again, silence. Ok, now it’s time for the threats. B does it all the time, if can do it so can I. “If you don’t answer my question and stop actin like this I won’t read to you tonight.” There, that’ll show him. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.


“She’s in the bathroom. She’s been sick all day. She said it’s all Kyle’s fault but I think she’s wrong. Kyle didn’t do anything wrong.” I try as hard as I fuckin can not to roll my eyes. He thinks that Kyle is all that and a bag a chips, so no Kyle didn’t do anything wrong because according to Mattie Kyle’s second coolest person on the planet. He thinks I’m the first coolest person. And what can I say? The kids has excellent judgement. Ok, I better go check on Brat ‘cause he said she’s been sick all day, which means she’s been throwin up. Ya know, she’s B’s sister so technically she can’t get pissed at me if I wake her up to go check on her. Then again, I’d rather clean up puke then deal with a bitchy Buffy who woke up too early from a nap. I swear, she’s almost as bad as Addy.


I give my girl a little kiss on her forehead and put her down on the ground and as soon as I stop touchin her she starts whinin. God, what is it with these kids and whinin so damn much? There must be more of B in ‘em then I thought. I give Mattie a kiss on the side of his head and tell him to keep an eye on his sister and I get up and knock on the bathroom door. The first couple times there’s no response, but after a couple minutes I hear someone callin out to me so I open the door. I see Dawn lyin on the floor and she looks like death. She’s all pale and clammy and shit and there’s dark circles under her eyes and she’s shakin. Ok, now it’s time to get B no matter how bitchy she’s gonna get. It takes me a couple minutes to wake her up but once she’s fully awake and freaked out by how Dawn looks she rushes her off to the hospital and I stay home with the kids.


It turns out that it is all Kyle’s fault, he’s not so perfect after all. He tried to cook dinner for her and the kids and himself of course, and it failed horribly. He didn’t heat some type of meat up enough and so the middle was still a little cold and the shit was already in Dawn’s system before she knew you’re not supposed to eat cold meat unless it’s already been cooked. The kids are fine, turns out that slayers have digestive juices that’s like acid, it’ll eat through pretty much anything and kill all types of bacteria and shit. Just another little perk of bein a super hero. And Dawn will be fine in a week or two, once all that shit gets out of her system she’ll be back on her feet.


And just in case she’s not Giles is sendin out one of the slayers to help us move. She’s gonna be sayin at the local Hilton hotel and if we need her to she’s gonna drive B’s car to the house in Nevada. I left my Camaro there ‘cause no way in hell was I gonna let Brat behind the wheel of my baby. And guess who he’s sending out. Go ahead, make a guess. That’s right, Sissy. God she’s so annoying. She acts all prim and proper and shit like that. And it’s so fuckin obvious that she wants B. I mean, anyone with eyesight and fuckin see it. She’s just love to get B alone and have her way with her. Like it’s gonna fuckin happen on my watch. Nope, there will be major claimin of my territory and if she feels uncomfortable with it then she can fuckin close her eyes or look away or whatever ‘cause I’m not gonna stop until she fuckin knows that B’s mine and she’ll never be with anyone else but me.


And finally the kids are sleepin and tucked in their cozy beds. I can finally relax. B’s on her way home now. After bein at the hospital for a few hours with Dawn the Brat was finally released and B took her home, she lives ‘bout half an hour from here. I walk into my bedroom, draggin my bare feet ‘cause I’m tired as hell. Somethin needs to be done about those kids. They get so jealous of each other and they fight. They fight Addy is only eight months old and they fight. I just don’t get it. But oh well, I’ll think about that shit some other time ‘cause right now all I wanna do is sleep. But I can’t. It’s too weird tryin to go to sleep without B here. I’m just too used to sharin a bed with her. If I tried to sleep now I’d just toss and turn and the blankets will get tangled around my feet and I’d kick ‘em off and all the covers will get kicked off the bed, then I’d have to get up and fix the covers, so you see why I’ll just wait a while until she gets back? So I’ll just change into some boxers and wife beater and wait for her.


I sit down at our vanity and look at myself in the mirror. Fuck I look tired. I can’t wait until we’re finally moved into that house. I’m gonna lay down on my bed in my new bedroom and just sleep for days. Sissy can help take care of the kids while I sleep. Now there’s an idea. Have Kyle, Sissy and Dawn watch the rugrats while me and B just lie in bed for a day or two. Dawn can cook for us and we’ll only get up to go to the bathroom, everything else we might need will be brought to us. Yeah, I like that idea. It’ll never happen, but I can dream can’t I?


Finally B’s home. She sounds exhausted. At least I’m not the only one sufferin from this day. But this is nothin compared to what’s to come. We have to pack up our lives and move them to another state. It’s going to take so long to pack up all our shit. I don’t know if we’ll be able to fit it all in the jet without goin over the weight limit. And there’s so much we need to do. We have to call the electric company and the gas company and all those other people and tell ‘em to shut everything off. And then we gotta take Tucker to the vet and get him updated on his shots and shit ‘cause in Lincoln it’s a rule that all animals comin into the city be healthy and have all their vaccinations. That’s gonna be a pain in the ass. But oh well. I’m the one who wanted this, so I guess I’ll just bite the bullet with a smile ‘cause if I complain then I’ll hear a round of ‘I told you so’ from Blondie over here. Oh she wants to move just as much as I do, but she keeps sayin how it’s gonna be a hassle, especially Tucker, and I keep tellin her it’s not. I am such a bad liar.


She walks into the room lookin tired as hell and she’s carryin two glasses of wine. What the hell? She doesn’t drink, unless it’s a special occasion. And she wants me to drink with her? Did somethin happen at that hospital that I should know about? Is there some type of body switchin demon runnin around. ‘Cause I could use some real competition other then those weak ass vamps. Hmm, I wonder if Giles is gonna send another slayer out here. Well, I feel bad for whoever gets stuck out here. I give her a questioning look as she sets the glasses down on the dresser and starts to change into her pajamas.


“Dawn’s going to be fine, they pumped her stomach and put her on some antibiotics and luckily it was just in time otherwise there would’ve been nothing the could do about it and she’d have to get over it herself and possibly die. I was freaking out for a little while there.” That must’ve been hard. After goin through what she did with her mom and then seein Dawn like that. I understand why she freaked out. “I was stressing so much that a doctor at the hospital said to drink half a glass of red wine to help calm me down, otherwise I won’t get any sleep, well maybe sleep but it’ll be me tossing and turning and accidentally kicking you.” She does that sometimes, it’s irritating as hell. She picks up the glasses and walks over to the bed and I pull back the covers so she can crawl under. When she’s nice and comfortable she hands me a glass and we take a few sips of the stuff. Mmm, not bad.


“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. How ‘bout tomorrow we pack a lunch and have a picnic in the park?” She looks at me like I just told her I wanna shoot heroin. “You like doin that kinda stuff and we haven’t taken the kids to the park in a couple weeks. It’ll be nice. Just the four of us, relaxin in the shade. Mattie runnin off to play with the other kids, Addy spillin juice all over the place and then laughin about it. I’ll even feed you grapes, it’ll be adorable.” She laughs a little and takes another sip of her drink and puts the glass down on her nightstand.


“Yeah, lets do that. I want to be as relaxed as possible before all the craziness starts. While Dawn was getting some tests done I needed to keep my mind busy so I made a few calls.” Hmm, what is she up to? “We have until the end of next month to be packed up and moved out ‘cause that’s when they’re shutting everything off. So we don’t have to move everything at once. And since Giles said we can use the jet any time we want we can even make two or three trips a day. So I was thinking that we can start putting things in boxes next week and take them to the house, and we’ll only keep here what we’ll really need so when we leave for good we’ll just take that stuff with us. Ya know, like keep out four plates and bowls and a forks and spoons and knives, stuff like that, we can eat mostly take out, so when we have to drive to the airport that one last time we’ll only have two maybe three boxes with us.” Sounds like a plan to me.


“Yeah, that sounds alright. I’ll take Tucker to the vet this weekend, just to get it over with. I don’t think I’ve met a dog with as much fear of the vets office as him.” We both kinda laugh and she gulps down the rest of her wine and just sip at the stuff still left in my glass. I am feeling more relaxed, I gotta admit. Maybe we should do this more often. Ya know, on the nights when we’re too tired for sex. ‘Cause I’m thinkin drinkin this stuff and then tryin to get it on, not such a good idea. One of us might fall asleep in the middle of it. Now that would suck so fuckin much. Alright, it’s time for sleep, that sounds nice. I never realized how comfortable this bed is. Mmmm, sleep is good.