Nusac

A/N: Song in this chapter is called Swan Dive by Sister Hazel. This link is obviously the song but i couldnt find an actual recording copy of it online apart from this one, it is the music put to scenes from doctor who. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YN74Z80df1g

Chapter 40
Faith’s POV

What did I tell you? Pike says nothing as we enter the house; he just looks at me, giving me one of his knowing smirks.

As I walk around the house I keep my ears alert for sounds of instrumentals, luckily nothing of the sort is going on in the house right now.

Nam has of course decided that she is going to stay so at this moment in time she is back down in the basement getting unpacked again.

I drop into the seat next to Pike in front of the TV. “New movie already?”

“Faith. You’ve been gone hours.” He says not taking his eyes off the TV.

I dip my hand into the bowl of popcorn and take myself a handful. “So what we watching?”

“Harry Potter and the…” He picks up the case to read the rest of the title. “Goblet of fire.”

“Never heard of it.” To be honest it looks a bit boring. There’s just a bunch of kids talking about who to take to a ball or something with Alan Rickman walking around and smacking them round the head with a book. Guess if Alan’s in it I can stomach it. It might pick up.

“Some kid. Lots of magic. Willow started watching it then complained about them not being advanced enough to put their ‘small twig’ down and call the elements without it.” He looks over at me. “Nam’s not going to come up and watch this is she?”

“Great.” He jumps down and pulls the tape out of the player. “Last thing I need is a lecture on how to perform proper magic.” He picks up another box reading it out to me. “How about Jackie Chan. In rush hour?”

“A Jackie Chan film with two slayer’s in the house?”

He looks over his shoulder at me. “You lot spoil all my fun. Can’t you take them both out on patrol or something.”

I shrug. “Already been, it’s dead out there.” This is the point that Buffy comes down the stairs and drops onto the couch by the window. “Hey B. Little sis all tucked up?”

“Yep.” She’s been really short with me over the past few days. It’s like I’m living in her house but she’d like nothing more than to totally ignore me. It’s not like I’ve told anyone her dirty little secret. I have no idea what’s the matter with her.

“Early isn’t it.”

“School night.” See what I mean?

I snort at her trying to make some sort of conversation. “With the threat of bursting into song. Do you really think that the teachers are going to open up?”

“I really don’t think that’s any of your business.” I hold my hand up in surrender and stop trying to make conversation. I just hope pike puts an interesting movie on.

He gives up his hunt for something that is not violent or has any magic in and throws me an evil smirk over his shoulder. “You know you asked for this don’t you.” He holds up the tape and across the front cover in large print is just the word ‘Annie’.

I’ve have enough ‘tomorrow’s for one day. So I jump up out of my seat and announce that I’m going to bed as well. Red had the right idea.

I push open the door to the basement and bound down the stairs just as Nam is getting ready to go up there. “Hey.” I greet her, threading the fingers of both my hands through hers. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I though we were going to watch a…Err.” I don’t want to jump in with the answer. She likes to work her way through her memory and get the word herself. “Movie.” See, knew she would get it.

“Hmm. That was the plan but Pike put a musical on.”

Her forehead creases. “But we’re already living in a musical.”

“You want to go and tell him that?” I wiggle both of my eyebrows at her before I duck my head and begin to kiss and nip at her neck.

She laughs slightly at my forwardness. “I’m supposed to still be mad at you.”

“Yeah well we’ve gotta make up at some point.” I unthread my fingers from around hers and wrap my arms around her waist. “Please?” I’m not above begging.

“You’re insatiable.” I’m winning.

I smile into her skin and take a leaf out of Pike’s book. “Thank you.” I lean back from her so I can try and convince her with my eyes. ”I’ve never been in love before, but I though that this was a big part of it.”

She smiles at me. ”No, now we’ve said it the sex goes downhill.”

I feel my face drop at this piece of information. “What?” She just laughs at me cupping my face in her hands and leaning up to kiss me. She was joking about the sex thing right? Right?

All thoughts leave my mind as her hand drops down to my neck and she begins to stroke the column with the very tips of her fingers.

I pretty much purr in response. I lift her up off the floor, Nam squeals as I pick her up before she wraps her legs around my waist and starts to suck on the pulse point in my neck.

I stumble a little as I walk us both over to the bed, this girl sure knows how to drive me crazy. I practically throw her to the bed, and then crawl up to her. I’m trying to be all sexy and predatory like a tiger but since Nam is laughing at me I don’t think it’s going too well.

“What do you think you’re laughing at?” I ask straddling her waist.

“Nothin’.” She answers with an innocent smile.

I lean forward looking directly into her eyes. “Better be nothin’.” With that I lean in even closer, kissing her softly. I am a little surprised when I feel her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss.

I feel as the fingers of her hand thread themselves into my hair as the other hand finds itself stroking up and down my back.

My arms bend at the elbow. I lean down on my forearms, which are on either side of her head.

I feel one side of her hips buck from underneath me, which sends us both toppling over to the side. Unfortunately I hadn’t remembered where we are. This little bed we’ve been shearing is less than half the size of the one we share in Nusac. So I misjudge the size and we both tumble to the floor.

My back hit’s the concrete with my arms now securely wrapped around her shoulders. Don’t want to spoil the mood with her asking if I’m okay.

I hear her palms hit the floor on either side of my head and she pulls herself up and along my body. Her thighs pressing into the denim covered junction of my legs. I feel my mouth open wide in a gasp as she continues to nip at my upper lip. She slowly pulls herself up bringing her left leg over my right so she is straddling one of my thighs.

I reach up to her chest and gently run the tips of my fingers over the collar line of the royal blue blouse that Tara has lent her. My fingertips very gently run along her collarbone and down the column of her neck. They run along her skin down her chest to the top button. Not like I haven’t had practice with buttons. I nimbly run from one to the next undoing each one. With one hand I might add. I did say I had mad skills?

Once the blouse is hanging open, falling around me I flatten my palms against her skin and run the around to her sides, up and over her ribcage. Stopping when my fingers are gently stroking the side of her breasts. My thumbs come into play and run themselves over her already rock hard nipples.

I feel her breath hitch against my lips as she pushes herself slightly away from me. She looks down at my heaving chest. Her pupils dilated almost to the point where I can’t see her irises, which have darkened to a rich, deep shade of blue.

My right hand palms her breast as my left drops down to her knee, balling into a fist in her long skirt. I tug at the offending garment until she lifts her knee off the floor so I can pull it higher up her leg. My hand hooks under her skirt and my palm flattens against her smooth thigh. Running up along her skin. It jumps over to stroke the skin of her inner thigh and I hear her breathing actually stop for just a second. I allow the very ends of my fingertips to brush along the hairs on her pubis.

“Don’t tease me, Faith.” She says looking down at me. My index finger slips between her folds and brushes her clit. Along with her gasp a guitar rhythm strikes up all around us. ”Not now.” She whispers more to herself than to me.

I feel a smile pull across me lips just before the urge to sing kicks in and I begin. “Would you think I was crazy, If I stripped on down to my skin or, would you think I was free as a bee” My index finger circles her small bud of nerves. She grinds herself down onto me so I oblige and push both my index and middle finger deep inside of her. ”C'mon tell me - tell me - tell the truth now. Would you think you could meditate in the middle of the eye of a hurricane.”

Her hips surge forward as I curl my fingers inside of her. Keeping my fingers curled I begin to thrust into her tantalisingly slowly. ”Would you now but somehow we were tethered here together. We can weather out the weather here

My thumb comes into play and presses snug against her clit. With each thrust I allow it to circle the bud. With each thrust she increases the pace of her hips and I can feel the muscles inside her contracting and pulling me further inside her. ”Oh yeah I might be crazy - but that's not the same as insane
And I'm scared - but that's not the same as being afraid”

”If I throw myself over the edge, If I find myself in over my head, If I shatter from the fall and I lose, I'd still want to swan dive –“ The music pauses around us and I whisper into her ear. “into you.”

The music starts once again covering up her deep moan as her muscles inside her spasm. She slumps on top of me breathing heavily down my ear.

With her still over me I reach up onto the cot bed pulling the covers off and pulling it around us both keeping her warm in her post high. She rests her head against my shoulder and I feel her eyelashes brush my skin as she closes her eyes.

I wrap my arm around her back so she doesn’t fall off me onto the cold concrete. “So tell me now what you're thinking, A Lincoln for your thoughts or a dollar for them all yeah, Well I can take the truth - no I can't - yes I can”

My palm rubs against her back trying to calm her down. “Tell me we were meant to be - a happy accident, Would you cry if I said it, Would you get it if I told you that I want you and I need you, Aw that wouldn't say enough, Hell I love you! How bout that yeah”

How is that so much easier to say when something is forcing a song out of me than when were just talking? “Oh yeah I might be crazy - but that's not the same as insane, And I'm scared - but that's not the same as being afraid. If I throw myself over the edge, If I find myself in over my head, If I shatter from the fall and I lose, I'd still want to swan dive” The music dies around us as I whisper. “Into you.”

I lay a kiss onto her forehead.