A Little Light

Kima Hotel
Charlottenburg District
Berlin, Germany
March 19, 2008
10:17


"I love you."

Buffy smiles, looking up from a huge tray of food. She ordered room service. There's food. Lots of food. I don't recognize some of it, but I'm so hungry that I don't care.

After we finish eating every crumb off every plate, we both sit back and rest our hands on our stomachs.

"What, uh.. what happened with Satsu?"

Her head whips around like I shot her. "What do you mean?"

I shift a little and sit back. "Yesterday, when you were drunk. You said something about kissing Satsu."

She turns bright red and shakes her head. "It's not really important." I raise a brow. "It's not. Satsu's just.. someone I hooked up with."

"Hooked up? You just.. hooked up with a chick?"

She shrugs, obviously uncomfortable. "You haven't? I thought all the cool kids were into that."

I scowl and sit up. "So, what? You hooked up with a girl because bisexuality is the new pink or something?"

"It wasn't.. wasn't like that. She's sweet, and she likes me. And I.. yunno. I like her. I don't love her or anything. It just.. happened."

I feel pissed and I'm not really sure why. I feel like there's all this emotion bundled up inside of me and I'm either going to explode or I'm going to hit her. "It just happened?"

She frowns. "Yeah. It just happened. Things.. happen. Have you been in love with everyone you've ever had sex with?"

"No. But you're not.. you're not like me."

"Maybe I am," she says quietly.

I stand up and cross my arms. "No, you're not."

"You don't know that!" she says, obviously pissed as she stands up. "I could be. I could be a big slut and sleep with anything on two legs, and wear leather and be 'five by five' all the time!"

My face burns and I want to reach out, to grab, to strangle until she stops talking. "I'm not a slut just because I enjoy sex!"

"No, you're a slut because you enjoy it with everyone!" I reach out and punch her in the jaw before I can stop myself. She stands still, holding her cheek.

We stay that way, staring at each other silently for several minutes. Why is it always fight or flight between us? Why can't we sit and have a conversation like two normal, decent people? We're both standing here, practically panting in our fury, sizing each other up.

I reach out and she flinches, thinking I'm going to hit her again but instead I grab her shoulders and pull her close, kissing her hard. She kisses me back just as hungrily, running her tongue over my lips until I part them and pull her closer, crushing my body against hers.

I expected resistence, protest maybe, but she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her hips against mine and moaning. My brain is telling me stop, no, this isn't going to end well, but I have other organs that are more persistant, and I slide my hands down to grab her ass as she pushes me back onto the bed and falls on top of me.

I'm sliding my hand over her side when it happens.

I break the kiss and let out the most rip-roaring, window-rattling burp I've ever heard in my life. Her eyes go wide and we stare at each other for a few nerve-racking moments before we crack up.

"Oh, my god. That was disgusting, Faith," she snorts, rolling off me to the side.

I give her a lopsided grin. "Felt wicked, though. Maybe next time you won't throw yourself on my stomach after I've eaten half a cow's worth of bacon."

She laughs even harder. "Bacon comes from pigs. Like you."

I nudge her shoulder. "If I'm a pig, maybe you shoul--"

"Say it and I'll punch you in the nose."

I give her my best innocent look. "I was just going to say you should build me a sty."

She rolls onto her back and covers her face with her hands. "I can't believe we just.."

I blow a raspberry. "What are you, kidding me? That's been coming for years, babe."

"Has not."

"Has so."

"Not."

"So."

She shakes her head and sighs heavily, dropping her arms. "You really think so?" I nod. "Did you know?"

"Not really. I mean.. I knew how I felt, what with me being me and all. But I didn't think you'd ever go for it."

"Why?" She frowns. "Cause I'm a big old prude?"

"Pretty much."

"You're such a--"

"Slut?" I supply helpfully.

Her face falls a little and she looks away from me. "I didn't mean that. It's not like I'm gonna be wearing white to my wedding or something. I shouldn't.. I shouldn't have said that. It was a shitty thing to say, and I'm sorry."

I shrug. "Been called worse."

Buffy rolls onto her side and rests her head on my shoulder, draping her arm over my waist. "That was.. the best kiss I've had in a long time."

"I've had a lot of practice." I give her a smirk to show I'm cool with what happened, but she frowns.

"Don't say that. It makes me feel bad about what I said."

"We're cool, B. I swear."

She watches me for awhile before smiling lightly and nodding. "Okay. We're cool." She pauses. "I really did ask you to come to help out with things."

"I know."

"I'm not gonna get all clingy and talk about marriage or something."

"I know."

"And I'm not going to get jealous if you have.. other people.. in your life."

"I know."

"And you won't do any of those things to me, right?"

"Right."

"So we can have sex, and not have to buy a house together?"

I roll over onto my side to face her and prop my head up on my elbow. "Lots of sex. No houses neccessary."

She slides her hand lightly over my stomach, pushing my tanktop up a little and tracing her fingers over my navel. I sigh lightly, stretching my arm out and resting my head against it. "You're really smooth," she says softly, moving her hand over my hip.

"You have no idea."

Her eyebrow raises, but she continues running her hand over my body. Usually at this point I'd be jumping her bones, but it's kind of sweet that she's exploring like that, and it feels good. So I keep my mouth shut.

"I don't know.. I mean.. I think I've got the basics down. I know some stuff, but I haven't exactly gotten a lot of practice in."

"You can practice on me all you want." I smile and she runs her nails lightly over my side, causing me to shiver.

"Have you ever.. yunno. Done it with a girl before?" I shake my head. I've made out with chicks, but it never went further than a little bit of groping in the bathroom of a club or something. "You haven't?" She brightens at this. "So it's kind of like.. I'm more experienced than you are with this?"

I roll my eyes. "You make it sound like I'm all virginal and innocent or something."

"Let's find out," she says, sounding more confident than before, and pushes me on my back, sliding her knee between my thighs and pressing into me.

This is going to be a really, really good day..