Semper Fidelis

A/N: Just so ya'll know, I don't hate Kennedy persay (she's hot and I'd do her) but she was really annoying when she was on BtVS, so I only kinda hate her.

We decide to leave the party as soon as possible.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Actually, I
decide to leave as soon as possible, so that Faith wouldn’t molest me in front
of all my parents’ party guests. If it were
up to her though, she would probably fuck me in the bathroom like some cheap
whore. When I insist we leave, she takes
my hand and runs – at full sprint – out to the limo.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> So now I’m inside the limousine, stuck in
downtown traffic, about to be fucked like a cheap whore.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Well, at least she waited until we got style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>into the limo this time.

“When the limo’s a rockin’, don’t
come a knockin’,” she told the limo driver as we got
in. She has absolutely no tact,
whatsoever.

“Honestly Faith, can you imagine what the other people will
see? A gridlocked limo, rocking back and
forth in the middle of downtown Manhattan,”
I squirm away, trying to fend off her advances.
She pauses momentarily to ponder my question.

“Yeah, they’ll be jealous that they’re not getting any,” she
grins, advancing on me.

“Faith…” she rips my dress, “Faith!”

“What babe? It’s not
like you plan on ever wearing this again and if you do, I’ll buy you another.”

Oh, I give up.

…

It’s a good thing she’s a heavy sleeper, that girl could
sleep through an earthquake – a Richter scale shattering earthquake.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Otherwise, she’d probably toss me out of bed
– like her other little toys – for tossing and turning so much.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I just don’t know what it is about her that
always leaves me with so many questions… it just always feels so right when
we’re together… she just has that effect on people… she make you believe that
you’re the only one… the only that matters… the only that exists in her world.

Then, reality comes crashing back.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> And you’re just another notch in the bedpost
to her.

I get up because I can’t sleep.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I grab the bottle of Valium out of my
nightstand and walk into the kitchen to open a bottle of wine.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I drop two little round pills into my hand
and throw them back. I use the wine as
chaser. Hopefully, I’ll sleep a little
tonight.

…

I’m having lunch with Willow
today at Jean Georges’ and I’m running late – thanks again, to Faith.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When I arrive, I’m lead to the outdoor dining
area where Wills is already seated.

“Hey Will, I’m so sorry I’m late,” I apologize, taking a
seat.

“Faith?”

“Yeah,” I blush.

“It’s okay, I haven’t been waiting that long.” I know that’s a
lie because she’s always early and I’m twenty minutes late… so she’s probably
been waiting close to half an hour.

“Thanks for trying to make not feel like such a jerk,” I say pleasantly.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Just as I’m about to ask whether she’s
ordered yet, the waiter comes by to set drinks and food before us.

“Oh, hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty,” Will class=GramE>smiles, shyly.

“Not at all,” I grin, taking a sip of my mimosa, “class=SpellE>oo, my favorite, you’re the best Will.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Out meal goes by rather easily, exchanging
run of the mill gossip every once in awhile.
When we finish, she turns to me with a serious expression and takes my
hand.

“Are you okay?” she asks, sounding very concerned.

“So you’ve heard that Cordelia’s
back, huh?” I ask disinterestedly.

“Erm, yeah,” she tries to give me
a comforting look, “everyone’s kinda heard…”

“Well, isn’t that just peachy?” I sneer sarcastically.

“Seriously, Buffy, are you okay with her being back?” she
asks with resolve face firmly in place.

“Yes, Will, I’m fine,” I pause to think for a moment.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “What good would it do if I weren’t?”

“You could try to send her back to Siberia.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I have to laugh at that.

“As much fun as that might be, I think she’s learned her
lesson about sex and videotape. Even style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>she’s not that dumb.”

“That may be true, but…” she trails off, then looks like was
suddenly reminded of something. “What
about Faith? Are she and Cordy still
all—”

“No,” I cut in sharply.
Even the mere thought of Faith’s meanderings with Cordelia makes my
blood boil. “No, I had a little chat
with Cordelia the other night at my parents’ housewarming party.” style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I take another sip of my drink.

“And?”

“And I don’t think she’ll be trying anything with style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>my girlfriend anytime soon.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> That is, if she has a brain.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'>

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

There’s a brief silence.

“So, how are you and Faith doing?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I know she’s not exactly the most…” she looks
away.

“Faithful?”

“Uh… yeah.”

“Well…” now it’s my turn to look away, “we’re… fine.”

“Buffy…” she squeezes my hand.

“It’s just… I don’t know.”

“I don’t understand why you stay with her… how can you not
see the way she treats you?”

“Oh, believe me, I see,” I give a
sad chuckle, “I’m sure that everyone probably sees how she treats me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In fact, you could probably see it from
space.”

“And that doesn’t bother you?” her voice is soft,
sympathetic.

“It’s… it’s… killing me Will,” I finish my drink.

“Maybe it’s about time you give her a taste of her own
medicine,” she suggests, wryly.

“Yeah, ’cause we all know how well that turned out last
time,” I scoff.

“Kennedy wasn’t in the hospital that long,” she hesitates, “well, okay, she was, but she survived.”

“I just wish that Faith would—”

“Oh my god, Buffy,” she points towards the entrance.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Just wonderful… it’s Cordelia… who else?

“Check please.”