Chicago Loop

Ever since we met up in Chi-town, B and I have been having the time of our lives, although I think she's fucking nuts to love me as I love her. I suppose that despite all the bad blood we had between us, ain't nothing but smooth sailing from here on out.

She had her hand in mine as we trekked along Route 50, heading away from the Metra station, heading to Boston. And this time, I'm not running away, but taking my woman, my life, my all, back to my old stomping grounds. As we walked along the highway, I explained a bit of my background. I wanted to do this right, all romantic-like. I didn't want to lose B ever. She's one of the few that I let my proverbial walls down for, and the only other person I'd kill for, besides my departed Watcher Professor Diana Dormer and…well, the Mayor. But he doesn't count. Not anymore, at least.

I told her of the epic battle between Kakistos and I, which included explaining the tattoo of "the Father" which I had permanently inscribed on my right arm, the violent blackouts I had, and the Prof's violent and untimely death, and, my favorite part, the castration of the rapist asshole with the ivory handled tanto I earned from Sensei Kanno. And, you know, to be honest, it was the only time I ever opened up to anyone…well, other than my diary…ok, that sounded really queer, but I don't care anymore. I'm happy because B hasn't run away, hasn't backed off in fear, and totally trusts me, which is all I could ever ask for.

The cold winds of the Midwest ravaged our unprepared bodies before we were able to stumble upon this rat-hole of a motel in some hick town called Peotone, which is about 40 miles south of Chicago. Lucky for us, B took enough cash to get us food and shelter; why we didn't just fly to Bean town and back boggles my mind, but I'm glad we didn't. It's giving me time to give the only person in my life worth a damn a glimpse into the psyche of Faith.

B went to the rental office and got us all situated with a room while I walked a little further down the street to the grocery store, picking up some essentials: smokes, booze, bologna and bread. Knowing we had a lot of miles to put behind us, I headed back, jogging briskly. Having B waiting for me back in the room helped keep my pace. I went into our room, and looked around. Ok, I know it's a dive; you could rent rooms here by the hour if you needed be. The room looked like it has seen it's fair share of transients and prostitutes in its time, but I didn't mind. I'm sure if B had a choice, she'd rather stay at a place more so her "class". But hell, it didn't seem like she cared, because she had me to protect her, and she knows I've stayed in worse, like crack houses, condemned properties, and a catholic school. Believe me, this is a giant step up from all three. I flopped on the bed, waiting for her to "freshen up" in the can. I was exhausted, mentally and physically, trying to figure out our heading on a map of the US. I couldn't figure out how we ended up walking 15 extra miles south from University Park, which is where the train station is. I'm chalking it up to our Slayer senses were clouded from acting like two little lust bunnies on the train, the conductor giving us dirty looks as he patrolled up and down the cars.

I would say that we were both ready to eat supper, and cut the good shit out of the story, but hell, I'm proud of this, and I feel like sharing my love with B to the world. So, as I said before, I had flopped on the bed, tired, frustrated, trying to figure out our course, waiting for B to get out of the can. I swigged a bit of the whiskey I had beside the bed, as a warm up, and heard the bathroom door open. I could barely believe my eyes as I saw B standing there in a blue oversized bath towel, hair dripping wet, her emerald eyes sparkling with wanton lust. I swear, my jaw dropped and would never be able to retract ever again as she crawled over to where I was laying, pouting with yearning.

I flipped over on my back and took my beautiful blonde slayer into my arms. "Hey," I said, my voice giving it's sexy, husky tone.

"Hey," she grinned back at me, licking her lips sensually, as if to anticipate the taste of me lingering on her lips.

"B, are you trying to seduce me?" I asked, wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

"No. I've already did that." she stated with a blink, and a horny giggle. God, she knows already how to make me squirm.

"Oh really? I don't think you have, smartass." I pulled her down closer to me.

She pouts, playfully. "So, you don't…want…this?" With that, she tossed the oversized bath towel across the room.

"Oh God…" I uttered, not meaning to. I'd been waiting for this very moment for years. I gritted my teeth, and tried to keep my base emotions in check. For fuck's sake, it's hard.

Her hands wandered down my top, unbuttoning it with every sensual pass of her light fingertips, pulling it away from my shoulders to reveal my chest…and the glorious scar that reminded me every day of my stupidity to ever cross B. She kissed along my collarbone, every nibble sending electric shocks to my very core.

"God, B…" I let myself utter, wanting more, wanting just to take her, but at the same token, I want to enjoy every second of B's sweetness.

Her hands traveled gently over the scar on my abdomen, and I never felt something so sensual, so titillating, so apologetic in her actions, I about melted under her hand right then and there.

She nuzzled into my neck gently, giving my ear a little tug with her teeth. "I…I never apologized for that." B whispered, sending shivers down my spine.

"Scar tissue, B. It's just scar tissue. Always fades. But I like it. A constant reminder of you." I grinned, wanting to have her now, to stop the teasing once and for all. I gently placed my lips against hers, the tenderness of our lips melding into one another, the mixture of the scents of smoke and whisky on my lips and the watermelon gum B had been chewing on hers was intoxicating, increasing our heart rates with unbridled fury. Our tongues began to entwine with fervor, meeting each others passion stroke after stroke, her hands moving with vehemence to remove the remainder of my clothing, my leather pants gone from my body in a flash, to find her staring up at me with longing, her lips glowering with primal need.

I brought her back up to me, kissing her, nuzzling into her neck, hoping not to aggravate her own scar, bestowed upon her by Angel, but as I touched it, B let a long, shuddering sigh escape her lips.

"Faith…oh god…please…please…you can…it feels so…oh…good…" B dug her nails into my naked back. How could I say no? I nipped at her fanged mark playfully, making her squirm on my lap with heated need, making my own body shudder with the sensual itch. I couldn't take it anymore…my body needed hers, needed to be one with my lover. I flipped her over on her back, keeping my gaze locked with hers, both of our breathing shallowed, needing this, needing each other.

I scanned B's body over, watching her bite her lower lip with desire, her chest heaving with deep and lustful breath, her stomach, flat and rippling. I vowed to kiss every inch of her taught body, and made good on my promise, nipping and licking down her body, pausing over her soft, pert nipples, to tease them, to show her my mouth is something she should never live without. Her back arched as I teased her breasts, feeling her heat mixing with my own, and I continued kissing down her stripped form, pausing above her impassioned womanhood, to gaze upon the perfection before me. I had me a beautiful, bucking B. And…ye Gods…a shaved, beautiful, bucking B. She's like me; shaved, taught, and…well…excited. No beauty on earth could compare with my newfound lover, and I plan to keep her. I plan to show her how much I love her.

I slowly gave her a gentle, hearty lick, watching her reaction, enjoying my first taste of her sweetness, savoring it, her musk making me intoxicated and dizzy at the same time. B's flavor triggering my base instincts, a low growl emitted from my throat as I teased her flower with a gentle tongue, slowly inserting a digit into her wetness, pumping slightly, wanting to make every feeling last, wanting the same electric shocks pulsating through my body effect her.

"Faith…oh…mmm…god…." B bit her lip, drawing blood, her hand resting forcefully upon my head, running rough fingers through my tendrils, bucking her hips, trying to enhance her pleasure even more, but I refused to give in. I wanted to take my time. That is, until she looked down at me and smiled, and huskily screamed with passion.

"FUCK, Faithy…I'm your fucking bitch…make me your fucking bitch…god…please…I'm begging you…my fucking god…make me yours…" I couldn't take it any longer. B, talking dirty? I could hardly believe my own ears. I delved deep within her folds, adding another digit, letting my patented "tornado tongue" take over, pressing her, needing her all, wanting to please my lady. I felt myself moan at the vision of the blonde writhing on my mouth, activating more energy from my elder Slayer. I could feel her getting close, taste her bouquet, wanting her release as much as she did.

"Come on, B…cum for me, baby…you taste so fucking good…I need to taste you…" With those very words I uttered, I felt her body clench down on my fingers as I drank greedily of her, wanting her shivers of delight to never end….

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" I shook my head as a very angry bum kicked my gut.

"Wha…what the fuck you talking about?" Fucking bum. Waking me up. I looked up and found myself sleeping in a gangway between a pizza place and a video store. It was warm here. And it had only been 10 hours since I ran from B's. God, these sensual dreams are driving me fucking nuts.

"I SAID GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY HOUSE!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever"