So Damn Domestic

Two Months Later. BPOV


And we’re on our way. We already dropped the kids off at Chris’ apartment, said thanks to him about a million times, gave them enough kisses and hugs to last until Monday morning, and then I went over all the rules with Chris just in case he forgot. I’m not trying to be mean, but they’ve never spent the night at someone’s house over an entire weekend before and I worry. The car is all packed up with our stuff, the reservations were already made so I don’t have to worry about that. I don’t have to worry about anything at all. Faith has it all planned out and trust me she’s loving it.


I should probably tell you what day it is. It’s our very first wedding anniversary Ok, so technically yesterday was our anniversary but it was a Thursday so we had a nice romantic dinner with the kids and made love after they went to bed, but this weekend is just one long celebration of our coming together in holy matrimony. And I can’t wait to get started. I’m not sure exactly what we’re going to be doing. Faith had mentioned us getting massages and stuff like that, but she wouldn’t go into the details and when I called the hotel to ask about the itinerary they said that they can only give out that information with Faith Lehane, and when I tried to lie and said that I was Faith Lehane they asked for a password.


So my wife knows me a lot better then I thought. That’s a good thing, I guess. She just wants everything to be a surprise, she wants it to be special, and she wants to drive me crazy. That has become her goal in life, I swear it has. But that’s fine with me as long as she doesn’t have us signed up to do anything that requires me to do any type of physical exertion I’m good. This weekend I plan on: sleeping, eating, laying around, being pampered, sleeping, making love with my beautiful wife, and sleeping. Not all in that order of course, but that’s the gist of it.


I feel Faith’s hand snake it’s way into mine and I look over at her. She has this small smile plastered on her face and I can’t help but smile because of it. She brings my hand up to her mouth and she gently kisses my ring finger and then my wedding rings. She is so great. She’s the perfect wife ever. She goes out of her way to make me happy, and even though she can get a little...bothersome it’s always in a playful way and she knows just how to butter me up so I’m not mad at her anymore.


I can’t help but squeal in excitement when I see the hotel. I printed out a picture of it two weeks ago just to give me an idea of what I was getting myself into. And oh my God it is way better looking in person. It’s beautiful. The building is taller then any I’ve ever seen, and it’s almost dark so they have all the lights on, and there’s a huge fountain out front that’s in the middle of a large manmade pond looking thing. Faith pulls up in front and shuts off the car.


“Come on, we need to get the bags,” she says and hops out. Before I even get my seatbelt off someone opens the car door for me. I look over expecting a mugger or something. Hey, you never know. But it’s a bellhop. I unbuckle the seatbelt and he holds out his hand and helps me out of the car. I thank him and he just politely nods his head. I look over at Faith and she’s standing on the little sidewalk looking a little irritated because the other bellhops won’t let her get her own bags. Awe, she looks so cute when she pouts.


“Baby,” I tell her in my baby-voice. She loves it when I do this. “This is just their job. They want to make sure that we’re relaxed and don’t have to flit a finger.” I wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her shoulder. She mumbles under her breath and I giggle a little bit. Poor little baby hates it when other people try to do things for her when she can do them herself. She hates feeling useless. “Now Faithy, please don’t pout. Come on, we need to check in.” I hold onto her hand and the bellhops lead us inside and someone valet parks our car. God this place is so cool. And the lobby is beautiful. The ceiling is covers in these really cool glass flowers and I really want to take some home.


I don’t really pay attention while Faith checks us in. All I can think about is going upstairs and taking a nice long bubble bath with my perfect wife. They hand her four of the little key card thingies. I don’t know why she got four since there’s only two of us. She gives me a little kiss on the lips and I kiss her back but before I can surprise her and turn it into more she pulls back and now we’re walking. And now I know why they gave her four little card thingies. We have our own elevator. That is so cool


The bellhops get on with us which kinda sucks because I really wanted to make out with Faith on the ride up. She and the guys make polite conversation but I’m too busy being wrapped up in her arms. We’re usually not this affectionate in public, but this is a special occasion and I’m going to be snugly with my wife as I wanna be dammit. The elevator stops and the doors open up and now we’re in a little hallway. But there’s a nice looking door in front of us. Faith uses one of the other little key things and opens it up and I try to walk in but she stops me.


“In the living room is fine guys, thanks,” she says and the bellhops wheel our bags into the room. Now that’s not fair. I wanted to see the room first. “And where did you think you were going, missy?” She’s using her mischief voice. “You were the bride, right?” I nod my head and I’m about to say something but she interrupts me. “No, no. No arguments. The bride gets special treatment, and that includes...” She picks me up off the ground and holds me bridal style and I can’t help but giggle. “Being carried across the threshold.” Now I know what she’s up to. I lean in to kiss her and just then the bellhops walk out.


“Thanks guys, you’re a big help.” She holds onto me with one arm and she pulls some money out of her front pocket and hands it to them and they leave. “Now baby, close your eyes.” I hate some of these games. I close my eyes and I feel her moving. Then I hear the door close and now we’re moving again. “Alright baby, open ‘em up.” I open my eyes and this room is fucking awesome. I’m going to take a wild guess and assume this is the living room. Everything is beautiful from the chairs to the carpet to the lamps and the end tables and the flowers and the fake fruit and the T.V. Everything.


“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” I whisper and she gently sets me down but she keeps her arms around me. I can feel her breath on my ear and she gently kisses the shell of it.


“Yeah you are,” she softly says and then she kisses my neck. Is she trying to turn me on? Because it is so working. I guess she can smell my arousal because she lets out a tiny little growl. Yep, my baby growls and it’s the cutest thing in the world. “Sorry to be a tease but we got here a little later then I planned and dinner is in an hour and I know how long it takes you to get ready.” Not cool, that is so not cool. But Faith promised that all the food is to die for so I might as well give it a try. I mean, I’ve died twice so I’m the expert on knowing if food is to die for, don’t you think?


“Stop it,” she says in a stern tone. Um, excuse me? Since when do you talk to me like that? I give her a little look that says ‘watch the tone’ and she knows exactly what I’m not saying with words. Her demeanor instantly changes to a calmer one and she kisses me deeply. Our tongues swirl together and she nibbles at my bottom lip and gives it a little tug. “I know you were thinkin those morbid death thoughts, and this weekend...no, not just this weekend, but this Buffy,” she holds up our left hands and gently rubs my engagement ring with her thumb. “This marriage is about life, about our lives, and I’m not in denial, I know one day it’s all gonna end, but lets just forget about that for now ok? So please, no more morbid death thoughts?” I sigh and give her a look that lets her know I think she’s being a little overdramatic.


“Ok, no more morbid death thoughts. But it just seems a little crazy that you of all people are telling me of all people that the food here is to die for when you haven’t even been dead once.” She lets out a very frustrated sigh and walks off. Hey, I was still all with the snuggles, what happened to my snuggles? I want my snuggles. It doesn’t matter how upset she gets with me or how frustrated she gets. I have a secret weapon that she can’t say no to. Ok, so it’s not really a secret since she knows what it is and she knows I’m going to use it.


“Faithy,” I whine and let the tears fall. She’s sitting in the bedroom with the little table lamp on and for a second I forget that I’m supposed to be sad and pouty because this room is fucking gorgeous. She is so going to get some tonight. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. I walk further into the room and she avoids looking at me. “I’m sorry, Faithy.” I sniffle really loud and she looks up at me. “I was just joking. I didn’t mean to upset you.” I start sobbing and she practically jumps off the bed and wraps me up in her arms. I am so good at this.


“I know you were just jokin, but you know it pisses me off, Buffy.” I know it does, that’s why I do it. What? She makes me mad on purpose all the time and she knows how to get me unmad at her. She pulls back from the hug a little to kiss my tears away. God, she is perfect isn’t she? Why am I even asking, I know she is. “Let’s just relax alright? We’ll get ready for dinner and then we’ll come back up here and just take it easy for the rest of the night, ok?” I nod my head in agreement and she kisses me. It’s soft and gentle and tonight she is getting oh so much more. I almost wanna just skip dinner and get straight to the lovin, but she really wants to eat tonight and I guess I’m not on the menu yet. But that’s ok because I don’t really plan on letting her eat me tonight. Nope, tonight it’s all about her because she did this wonderful thing for me.


FPOV


So last night we had a fabulous dinner at the Prime Steakhouse and B confirmed that the food is to die for. I hate that she still jokes about her being dead and all but I guess I should just chill out about it ‘cause it was a long time ago and she’s alive and well right now. Anyway, after dinner we walked around a little bit and I took her out to the courtyard and we sat on one of the benches and watched the water fountains and all that other girly stuff. Then we started kissing. It was small at first, light pecks here and there. But then it turned into a full blown make-out session and we started gettin hoots and hollers and some complaints so we went upstairs. We went straight to the bedroom and we made-out in the middle of the bed for a while but then this little vixen said she needed to use the bathroom.


As soon as she shut the door I jumped up and stripped down to my underwear, red lace ‘cause that’s what she likes. I pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and I waited for her to get back. She walked back in the room wearing nothing but her wedding rings, and holding two pairs of handcuffs. I got a big smile on my face ‘cause I thought I was going to have some fun. But then this little in-the-closet-dominatrix straddles me and when I leaned up to kiss her she pushes me back and then handcuffed me to the bed posts. I was a little freaked out at first ‘cause twelve years of being together and she’s never done anything like that, but then she did this thing with her tongue and it made it all better.


She uncuffed me before we fell asleep so this whole ‘sneaking out of bed’ thing is pretty easy. As long as I don’t wake her up. I slip on some clothes and give myself a once over in the mirror. I’m not really looking powder fresh but a night of hot sex will do that to you. It’s good enough for me. I grab one room and elevator key and slip out of the room and B is still asleep. She’s usually a light sleeper but she’s all tuckered out from last night. I’m not sneaking off to do something bad like I know some of you are thinking. See, it’s not like I could pack a gift for her because she would have found it. So a couple weeks ago I ordered two gifts that I know she’s going to love and I sent them to Kennedy and Kennedy is stopping by here on her way to Denver to give the package to me.


So I head downstairs and towards the casino. Now I’m not a big gambler, I don’t really like betting my money since I’d rather use it to buy stuff, but I think I might drop by here later while B is getting a massage because I know she’s going to get one. I walk by the slot machines and this place is pretty empty, except for a couple of the people who are addicted and haven’t gone to bed yet. It’s eight in the morning for fucks sake. Anyway, I go past the slot machines and walk past the poker room. Now that is a room I’m going to drop by. Then I go into the other room, the one with the roulette tables, some other games I don’t recognize, and of course the all time classic: blackjack.


I am so going to play this off smoothly. I exchange some money for chips and take another look around the room. I see Kennedy waiting at a blackjack table just like we planned and I sit down next to her but I don’t look at her. I put down a blue chip, which I guess is ten bucks, I wasn’t really paying attention to the person who handed ‘em to me. I order a drink from the waitress and she scampers off to get that for me. I still haven’t looked at Kennedy and she knows what I’m doing. We’re really weird like that. The waitress brings me back my drink and I take a little sip and have the dealer give me another card.


“You got what I asked for?” I say in a casual voice as if I’m talking about the weather. I take another sip of my drink and set it down on the table. I glance over at Kennedy through the corner of my eye and she’s trying not to smile. Me and Ken might not get along a lot of the time. She can be an ass and twice as stubborn, we grew up living completely different lifestyles, but we understand each other for some odd reason.


“Yeah. And you have no idea how much trouble I got in.” Ha That’s fuckin hilarious. I know exactly what she’s talking about. And I know because she told me when I talked to her yesterday morning while Buffy was in the shower. The gifts showed up at Kennedy’s house and she opened them and put them in the little black boxes like I asked her. Cordelia came home from the store and thought they were for her. Apparently she was so happy that she teared up and then she threw the world’s biggest hissy fit when Kennedy took ‘em back and explained who they were for. She’s been sleeping on the couch ever since.


“That’s not my fault, K. You shouldn’t have left ‘em in an open area.” I love that the card dealer is lookin at us like we’re talking about something illegal. Little does he know that we’re talking about diamonds. That’s right, diamonds. Top of the line shit that cost Giles a pretty fuckin penny. I got her a diamond bracelet and a matching necklace. Now I’ve gotten her jewelry before; gold, some silver, and her engagement ring is gold with a diamond, but it’s nothing like these babies. Ok, so they aren’t as impressive as I’m making them sound. They’re not very big, but there’s a lot of them so they’re really gonna sparkle.


“I’m out,” Kennedy says and finishes off her drink. I feel her place the package on my thigh and I smile a little bit. I feel like a gangster doing a drug deal or something. Yes I know how retarded that sounds but this is my little fantasy and you’re not going to ruin it for me. Then she leans in really close to me and whispers in my ear, “I threw in something extra. Have fun.” And she walks off. Now I want to know what’s in the box. I smile at the dealer and he smiles back and I flip my cards over. Oh yes, you can’t beat twenty-one. Unless you’re the dealer and you also have twenty-one. Fuck, and I thought I was gonna win. Better luck next time.


I go back upstairs and walk into the foyer. I guess it was too much to hope that Buffy would still be asleep. But this is ok. I can work with this. I open up the brown cardboard box and look inside. There’s the two black velvet boxes, one bigger then the other, and a little bottle. That must be from Kennedy. I pick it up and read the label and have to bite my lips to keep from laughing. She gave us a bottle of edible, watermelon flavored massage oil. Now why didn’t I think of packing something like that? Oh well.


I put that in my sweatshirt pocket and toss the cardboard box in trash. I hold the other boxes behind my back and walk into the living room. Buffy’s sitting at the table which is in the back corner of the room, and she ordered a pretty big spread. She’s reading the newspaper and sipping at a mug of coffee. I can’t help but smile. She’s so weird. She never does this at home. Then again, she never really has the time. But lets not think about that right now. I sneak up to her as close as I can but it’s pretty useless since she can feel me through our slayer connection.


“Where did you go?” she whines and looks up at me through her eyelashes. Damn, she looks so sexy, and she isn’t even trying. “I woke up alone and cold and I couldn’t find you anywhere and-” she stops and looks at me with some...suspicion? What the fuck did I do? Her eyes narrow and she puts down the newspaper and crosses her arms over her chest. Oh yeah, there’s gonna be a fight if I’m not careful. “Have you been drinking? Faith, it’s only eight-thirty in the morning. Just because we’re in Vegas it doesn’t mean you get to lose all self-control.” I take in a deep breath and remind myself that this is all my fault because I was the one who ordered that martini.


“Look, B, I had one martini while I was downstairs. I was just waiting to get these.” I pull the boxes out from behind my back and put them on the table in front of her. I wanted it to be a little more romantic then that but maybe this way I’ll get some ‘I’m sorry I was a bitch’ sex. But I doubt it, it’s too early even for that. B looks at me a little weird and then slowly opens the small box and see the bracelet and she lets out a little gasp.


“Oh my God, Faith. It’s beautiful. You didn’t have to do this.” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into her lap. I knew she was gonna fuckin love it. I sit across her lap and she gives me a couple of kisses on my neck. I steal a strawberry off her plate as she reaches for the bigger box. No, I don’t want her to open that one yet, I changed my mind. I grab onto her wrist just as she gets a hold of the box.


“Ya know B, I wanna wait for you to open this one, ok? Wait until tonight.” I have something very special planned for tonight and she is gonna love it. And I know those diamonds are gonna shine where we’re goin. She lets go of the box and opens her mouth to talk but before she can get a word out I kiss her deeply. I shift in her lap and press myself against her so we’re tits to tits. But she pulls back and looks down with a little frown on her face. She reaches in between our bodies and into the pocket of my sweatshirt. What the fuck? She pulls something out of it and gets a big smile on her face.


“Edible massage oil?” she asks in her naughty voice. God, I love her naughty voice so fucking much. You have no idea what it does to me. “So, I see you were planning on getting very lucky later on.” She looks up at me through her eyelashes and pouts a little bit. “I get to eat some of this too, right?” I think I need a new pair of panties ‘cause these are soaked straight through. I just nod my head and get a huge grin on my face. I know what she’s up to, I can feel her hand slowly sneaking its way towards mine.


“You’re not opening the box Buffy. You got the bracelet this morning, you’ll just have to wait until tonight to see what’s in this one.” I give her a peck on the lips and get off her lap and walk into the living room and plot down on the couch. God this place is fuckin nice. Too bad we already spent all that money on our house and decorating it and shit otherwise I’d beg Giles to buy us a fuckin penthouse. I hear Buffy grumble and sulk and shit and I just smile. She’s so fuckin cute even when she isn’t tryin.


BPOV


I can’t believe Faith got me a diamond bracelet. It is so beautiful. I’ve been wearing it all day and I can’t stop looking at it. It’s so shiny and sparkly. I have the best wife in the entire world and I’m not giving her up so don’t ask. It sucks that she won’t let me open the other box. I was so close to getting my hands on it. I distracted her with my naughty voice and everything but I guess she felt my hand move or something. I really want to know what’s in that box. I have a feeling it’s going to be more diamonds but I’m not sure and I want to know what it is dammit This is going to drive me insane all damn day. She knows better then to put a gift in front of me and then say ‘oh, no sorry changed my mind, maybe later’.


But enough about that. My day has been going pretty good so far. Breakfast was nice once Faith got her lazy ass off the couch and sat down with me. After that we cuddled on the couch and watched some T.V. and then Faith went to check out the place a little and I decided to just stay in the room. I took a fabulous bubble bath with about fifteen lavender scented candles lit all over the room. I put on the bathrobe and I planned on getting dressed but this robe is just so damn comfortable I don’t think I’m ever going to get dressed again. And right now, at this very moment while I’m thinking about all of this I’m getting a massage, and I didn’t even have to leave the room. I just called down at the front desk and asked them about setting up a reservation and the woman said she could send someone up to my room.


And I think I made a huge mistake not marrying a masseuse. I would never be stressed if I were married to this man, let me tell you. I wonder if there’s some kind of masseuse school that Faith can go to. Now don’t get me wrong, she has wonderful hands that have given me complete ecstasy, but this guy is taking me to a whole new level of pleasure and I’ve been missing out. And I can tell he’s getting a little uncomfortable because I cannot stop myself from moaning and it all sounds very sexual. I just hope Faith doesn’t come back before this ends because if she opens the door and hears me moaning like this she’s going to assume the worst and get all defensive. But with this guy’s hands working on my lower back I’m finding it very hard to care.


“Did you know you have a lot of tension in your back?” the masseuse asks...I can’t remember his name, and I just grunt. He laughs a little and keeps rubbing me with those magic fingers. I do get a lot of backaches and Faith usually massages them out for me. Usually. The night she went to that dance...well, that’s still a bit of a sore spot between us. She came home drunk because someone spiked the punch and she just couldn’t resist. Her hair was all messy and she was practically falling out of her dress. I guess one of the teachers that was chaperoning ended up trying to make something happen and Faith wouldn’t let them and they got a little forceful and Faith’s dress got ripped a little in the front.


Of course with me being me I didn’t believe her right away because I can get very jealous and it took Faith a while to convince me that she wasn’t lying. And since she was drunk she didn’t have a lot of patience and we ended up in a screaming match in the middle of the hallway. We were angry and stupid and I regret every word that I said and I know she regrets what she said. I don’t even want to repeat it, that’s how bad it was. She slept in her car and I sat up all night staring into a half empty coffee mug. The next morning we apologized and made up and we haven’t talked about it since.


Anyway, the point of telling you that was to explain that all that night and the next day I had the worst backache and Faith was still a little mad at me and she wouldn’t massage the tension out of it. I don’t blame her. We all know that I can say some pretty fucked up things when I’m pissed and we’re fighting. Remember the fiasco at the slayer facility? Yeah, it was like that only a lot worst. I don’t remember exactly what I said but her sexual history was brought to the table and she got very defensive and said that I’m just jealous because she’s had more fun then I did. But whatever, I’m done thinking about it.


I know Faith has something planned for tonight, other then just the fancy dinner at the French restaurant. Before she left she told me to dress in formal but make sure it’s something I can spend the rest of the night in. I don’t know what she’s got hidden up her sleeve but I think it’s going to be very romantic because she had that mischievous glint in her eyes when she gave me the little bit of wardrobe advice. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was something really romantic. Faith is the biggest sweetheart ever. Nobody believes me when I tell them that, but it’s true. And she’ll go to great lengths just to make me feel special.


I feel a chill run up my spine and I shiver and I think the masseuse is trying not to laugh at me. Faith better get back soon from wherever it is she went because this is starting to turn me on. I should get us signed up for one of those couple’s massages. We could both get an hour of bliss from these magical hands and then give each other a different kind of bliss from our magical hands. Ok, I’m not saying that I have magical hands, but they do know a trick or two on how to get Faith to cum in less then ten minutes. It took me a while to figure it out and I had a lot of fun learning and getting it just right, and I’m sure she did too. What the hell is going on? Why did the magic fingers go away?


“Ok, Mrs. Lehane the hour has unfortunately come to an end.” Damn. See, the problem with this whole ‘having the masseuse come to your room’ is you only get them for an hour. So I thank him for coming up here and giving me that wonderful massage, I try to charm him into staying longer but I guess he’s heard it all because he won’t stay. I put my robe back on and packs up his stuff, I tip him fifty bucks, and he leaves. Damn that massage got me really worked up. I wonder where Faith’s at. I pick up the phone and dial her cell phone number. It rings five times before she finally answers it. That’s weird, she usually answers it way before that.


“Hey baby,” I say in my pouty voice. There’s a lot of noise in the background, she’s probably in the casino. She said something about a special poker room or something she was going to check out. “Where are you?” Ah, just like I thought. She’s in the special poker room, and she lost a hundred dollars. Great. “Well, I’m just sitting here all on my lonesome and I’m feeling a little disappointed because I’m on my very first wedding anniversary and I really wanted to make love with my spectacular wife. So...why don’t you come back up here? I’ll be naked and waiting.” I don’t wait for her to replay because if she knows what’s good for her then she will get up here as soon as possible otherwise we’ll be going home early and she’ll be sleeping on the couch for the rest of her life.


I run into the bedroom and start going through her bags. I know she packed it, she always takes that thing with her whenever we travel just in case we want to use it. No it’s not in that one. Dammit, where did she put it? I can’t help but roll my eyes as the thought comes to me. Five bucks says she put it under the bed. I get on my hands and knees and look under the bed and...yep, there’s the box. You so owe me five bucks. Wait...this is different. This box has a lock on it. Dammit, Faith I bet she bought something new and wants it to be a surprise. Well it’s just pissing me off right now. I guess this time it’ll just have to be a skin on skin experience.


“Baby, I’m back ” I hear her call out from the foyer. I can’t help but smile because she sounds like she’s rushing. Aw, my baby wants me bad. I crawl under the covers and listen as she walks into the living room. She’s stumbling around a little bit and I can’t help but roll my eyes. She’s trying to get her boots off and walk at the same time. Then she opens the door to the bedroom and she’s standing there, naked, and looking very turned on. I can smell her arousal from here. “Hey B.” Her voice is husky and it’s turning me on even more then I already am. She walks over to the bed putting a little more swing in her hips. She lifts up the covers and crawls under them and lays down next to me.


“I missed you a whole lot, baby,” I say in my pouty voice and she gives me a little kiss. She tries to pull back but I bring my hand up to the back of her neck and hold her right where I want her and kiss her deeply. She gently massages her tongue against mine and then shies away. I follow her though, and do the little swirly thing on the roof of her mouth that she just loves. We finally pull back from the kiss, I can feel my lips throbbing a little and I’m getting wetter by the minute. “I really, really missed you.” I whisper and guide her hand between my legs to let her feel the moisture waiting for her.


“Damn, B, you’re really worked up,” she says, her voice is deeper then it was earlier. She’s just as turned on as I am, possibly even more. We kiss again only this time she gently rolls me over onto my back and lays on top of me. She’s resting most of her weight on her elbows because she thinks I’m fragile, but whatever. I spread my legs for her and she rests in between them. I feel her hand gently spread my nether lips apart and gently rubs my clit with her thumb. I pull back from the kiss and start moaning. I can’t help it, I’ve always been a moaner. We start up a slow but hard rhythm, sliding our clits together, feeling each other’s wetness. I don’t know how something so simple can give someone so much pleasure.


“Baby, you feel so good,” Faith moans out and rests her forehead against my shoulder. I can’t concentrate enough to say anything back, but I wrap my arms around her and rub her back. I’m getting so close and I can tell she is too. I close my eyes when the pressure starts to build more and I’m seeing spots of every color and size. I feel her lightly kissing my neck and then she nibbles at my hot skin. The feeling of it makes my toes curl and I claw at her back. I feel her tense up and she squeaks really loud right against my ear as she comes all over me. The feeling of her come gushing out onto my throbbing pussy throws me over the edge. I claw at her back even harder, probably hard enough to draw blood, and I call out her name.


I calm down after a few minutes and I open my eyes and Faith is staring at me, smiling a little. She’s sweaty, and her make-up has run a little bit, but she’s so beautiful. I lean up and kiss her and slowly pull her to me so her body is pressed firmly against mine. Neither of us says a word when we pull back from the kiss. We slowly roll together so we’re lying on our sides. We shift around until we’re comfortable and we hold each other. I can’t tell how long we’ve just been looking into each other’s eyes, but if feels like hours, and then we slowly close them and drift off to sleep.


FPOV


“I don’t understand why I have to be blindfolded. It’s not like you’re taking me to a secret location that nobody else knows about. The least you can do is let me have some visual freedom in the car.” I never thought it would be possible for someone to bitch and whine so much to bring me to thoughts of suicide. But low and behold Buffy Anne Summers-Lehane has done it. It started about fifteen minutes ago actually. The thoughts of suicide, not the bitching and whining. No, that started as soon as we got on the elevator and I put the blindfold on her. First she was complaining ‘cause she thought because were gonna think we’re freaks or something. But come on, this is Vegas, people do weirder shit all the time. And now she’s complaining ‘cause she doesn’t know where we’re going.


“Baby, it’s a surprise, you’re not supposed to know where it’s at,” I tell her in my sweet voice ‘cause if I sound like I’m getting frustrated with her, and I am, but if I sound like it it’ll just start a fight and I really don’t feel like fighting right now. So she keeps bitching and I ignore it and just focus on the road. It’s pretty fuckin dark so I really do need to concentrate or else a fiery death may be in our very near future. It’s not like we’re drivin on the edge of a fuckin cliff or anything like that, but there are a couple of farms around here or some shit like that and a cow might get loose and wonder in the middle of the road and if I’m not paying attention we could crash into it and we could all die burning. And I really don’t want to die in a car accident because of a cow.


Fuck, she is still bitching. What happened to her good mood, huh? This afternoon she called my cell phone and told me to go back to the room and we had sex, and slept afterwards. When we woke up she was in a really good mood, especially when I said I was just gonna stay in for the rest of the day instead of exploring the place some more. If I wanted to leave she probably wouldn’t have said anything but she made it pretty clear by the way she worded the phone call that she wants me with her. So I stayed. We watched some T.V., had some lunch via room service, and we took a shower together and I told her we had to dress up nice. It’s all the blindfold. She’s just pissed because she’s too damn curious for her own good. But I’m not going to let her break me down. If I can say no to Addy, who is almost a master at manipulation, then I can say no to B.


“Don’t worry baby,” I say softly so I won’t make her mad. “We’re almost there. You’re gonna love it.” But she’s on a tear and no matter what I say she isn’t going to stop complaining. Well, she’ll stop complaining when we get there, she seems the huge set up, and after a very romantic dinner is lying on her back and getting thoroughly fucked by me. She might say somethin about the blindfold afterwards but I don’t think she’ll be bitchy about it. But you never can tell with B. “Alright, we’re here,” I tell her and stop the car. She’s really going to love this, there’s no doubt about it. “No, B, keep the blindfold on. You can’t take it off until I say so.” She makes her arms go limp and they fall to her sides and she just sits there. She’s just as bad as the kids sometimes, I swear.


“I think you’re enjoying this a little too much, Faith. It’s pretty obvious that you have dominance issues and have to be in control of everything.” And now she sounds like a spoiled kid. But she’s right, I am loving this. I don’t say anything because I won’t be able to keep the laughter out of my voice and I don’t want to piss her off even more then she already is. So I hop out of the car, grab the bag I brought with me, and run around to the other side. I open her door and she unbuckles her seatbelt and I help her out of the car. I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist and guide her down the little path.


“It’s ok baby, when you see what I did for you it’ll make the blindfold thing all worth it,” I whisper in her ear and give her cheek a little kiss. I see the soft glowing ahead and walk around the little turn. I let out a little gasp because I didn’t know it was going to look this good. What I’m looking at is a manmade lake, with trees and grass and the whole works to make it look like we’re in a forest. On the right side of the lake is the cabin we’re going to be staying in tonight and it has running water and all that because I know B hates camping because of the lack of indoor plumbing.


About fifteen feet in front of us is a little picnic that I payed to have set up. There’s a large blanket on the ground, with other blankets that are folded up just in case we need them. There are pillows everywhere, a large picnic basket, and sitting next to it are two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine. But surrounding the little picnic are a hundred red candles and a hundred white candles, all of them are lit and it’s making this place glow. The candles are a good five feet away from the blanket but we’re still going to have to be careful if we do get up to some mischief out here.


“Ok baby, you can take that off now.” Quicker then the blink of an eye she rips that thing off her head and tosses it to the ground. I hear her gasp and she tenses up in my arms. But this is all a good reaction. If it were a bad one she would have said something by now. I stand by her side and hold onto her hand and lead her over to the blanket. There’s a space about four feet wide that’s candle free so we don’t have to step over any. We sit down and she looks up at me with...I don’t really know how to describe it. Awe, maybe? I’m not sure. But I like the look, it’s a good look. It’s really boosting my ego. Not that it needs a boost ‘cause it’s big enough but it feels really good.


“This is insane,” B finally says something, but I’m not sure if it’s a good thing or not. I guess I’ll just have to let her talk. If I interrupt her now she’ll just a get a little irritated. “I mean, we’ve been together for twelve years now and you’re still so full of surprises and you can still make me feel like the most important person in the world. It’s just insane that you can still do that.” Oh, so it’s a good thing? I’m not sure. I open up the picnic basket and pull out the food. We have some sandwiches, sliced apples, grapes, strawberries, chocolate, and whipped cream. Oh yeah, did I plan this right or what? “Nice spread.” I look up at her and smile.


“Thanks. Here,” I hand over her portion of the food and we start eating. We’re also talking, not about anything important, just shootin the breeze or however that saying goes. She’s basically just talkin about her hopes for the future. She can’t wait for me to graduate and for Joseph to get big enough so we can put him in daycare so she can go back to school. We’re going to wait until the fall to put him in daycare, he’ll be six months, then both me and B could go to college and get our degrees. It’s going to take a long time though. Three years for me, ‘cause I want a business one, I have no idea what she wants to do, I don’t think she knows either. But we still have plenty of time to figure it out.


“So, Faith, you planned this beautiful picnic, you have extra blankets and plenty of pillows, I take it you plan on getting lucky tonight?” B asks with a sly smile. I push the empty plates over to the side of the blanket and scoot towards her with a big smile on my face. I softly kiss her lips, and gently lay us down with her on her back. I pull away from the kiss and she gives me an irritated look. But it’s all for show ‘cause I can see the smile in her eyes.


“I think I deserve it, B. This surprise was very unexpected and romantic, so I get major points for that...and for this.” I pull the bag closer to me and open it up and pull out the black box that I wouldn’t let her open earlier. I open it up so it’s facing me and she can’t see it. I look inside and smile a little. “Ya know I was going to give this to you, but I think I want me to have it.” She lets out an irritated grunt and sits up, pushing me off her in the process. I hand her the box and she looks inside and gasps..........It’s been about three minutes now and she still hasn’t said anything. “Do you like it?” Of course she likes it. She likes it so much I’ve rendered her speechless. At least now the world can have a little silence.


“I love it. Faith,” she looks up at me with tears in her eyes. I hate it when she cries, even when they’re happy tears. I hate seeing her cry. “I love it so much.” She gently touches it with her fingertips and I reach over and pull it away. I tell her to turn around and I carefully put it on her. She smiles and I kiss the side of her neck and she giggles. “This thing weighs a ton, it’s going to give me some serious neck sores.” I kiss her neck again and she shivers.


“Good thing you got me here to kiss the booboos away.” I can’t believe I just said that but it worked since she’s turning around, kissing me, and pulling me down with her as she lays on her back. I am so getting laid tonight. But it isn’t all about that, surprisingly. It used to be, trust me when I tell you it used to be. But being with Buffy is different now, I can’t explain it but she leaves me satisfied like no one else can. And it isn’t the ‘I have her and no one else gets to touch her’ satisfaction, it’s something completely different.


“Baby that feels good, keep doing that,” she whimpers as I roll my hips. These are moves I haven’t done in a long time because they always make her scream when she comes and we haven’t been able to do that in a long time. And this escalated really fast. I mean, just a second ago I was talking to you about how this is different and she was only lying on her back. Now she’s lying on her back and getting fucked by me. Maybe it is the possessive thing that makes this so good. She’s mine, all mine and no one else can have her.


“Ow! Baby, don’t bite.” I guess I got a little carried away with the possessive stuff. I lick at the bite mark and it sends shivers down her spine. I know it isn’t going to be here for a long time, but I wish it would stay. You have no fuckin clue how crazy I get whenever I think about that mark she has on her neck from Angel. I just get so pissed, you have no idea how much it makes me wanna hit something. “Oh God, that’s it baby, fuck me harder.” You see, it gets me all pumped up and stuff ‘cause of the adrenaline from the anger. “Yes...yes,” B moans which is kinda weird ‘cause she normally doesn’t talk.


“Faith, I’m coming....I’m coming right now! Oh God, Faith!” And I feel her come gush out all over my soaking pussy. But I don’t come at the feeling like I normally would, I don’t get any type of satisfaction other then knowing I made her feel good. “What’s the matter baby? Wasn’t that good? Wasn’t I good?” Twelve years together and she thinks she still isn’t good enough. When is she going to learn that she’s perfect in bed? Normally in this type of situation, and yes this has happened before, she would go down on me or use her fingers so I wouldn’t miss out or anything, but I’m not in the mood anymore. I spoiled it, I have no one to blame but myself.


“Baby you’re perfect. Don’t ever think that you’re not good enough. I guess I’m a little more worn out then I thought. Everything is starting to catch up with me.” That’s true, staying up late, and days on end so I can study for my finals really fucked me up. That’s why I made sure to get a good night’s rest on Thursday so I wouldn’t be tired on Friday. But the stress of it and the wear and tear is catching up. “You wanna go check out the cabin?” She nods her head yes and smiles but I can tell she knows something’s up. She also knows I’m not going to tell her. And she’ll let it go because she knows I’m probably never going to talk about what I was just thinking about. And I’m not going to tell her ‘cause it’ll start a fight. So this whole being quiet thing is for the better. I just wish she didn’t look so sad.