Losing It

This update is especially for lele angel03. I worked extra long just to get this updated tonight. Sorry it's so late, but Happy Birthday. Hope it was a great one.

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Faith’s POV

The smell of fresh eggs and frying bacon wafts into my nose and my eyes instantly open. I smile and groan as I stretch my arms above my head. I hear my stiff joints pop and my muscles bend and stretch, preparing themselves for the new day.

I sigh out and close my eyes for an instant. Last night floods back to me in a rush.

It was amazing. I couldn’t believe Buffy was willing to do that, but then again, she loves me and I know she would do anything for me. I know I would gladly lay down and die if she said it would make her happy.

But the sweet scents of breakfast take high priority right now.

I sling the sheets off myself and jump to my feet. This is the greatest morning I’ve had in a long time. I feel refreshed, rejuvenated and very…satisfied.

I can’t stop smiling.

I jump into the shower and scrub extra hard. I know I’m gonna be seeing my girl today. I wanna smell sweet and irresistible.

I’m done in 20 minutes flat. I run the brush through my hair and walk over to choose my wardrobe for the day.

I smile as I reach in my closet and pull out my favorite pair of leathers and the black button up top that has the white sleeves hanging out at the cuffs and the collar. It’s the shirt Buffy gave me for Christmas last year. She says it looks cute on me.

What the fuck ever. I know it makes her hotter than a fat man in Hawaii.

What? You think I wear clothes cause they make me look “cute”?

Yeah. Okay.

I slip on my boots and grab my crucifix from my bedpost before stuffing my wallet in my back pocket and heading downstairs.

I manage to clasp the crucifix around my neck as I bound down the stairs. I plop into the nearest chair at the table.

Dad comes in from the kitchen with a plate piled high with eggs, bacon and toast. I grin really big as I reach out for the plate. Dad just smiles and shakes his head as he jerks the plate back out of my reach.

“There is plenty in the kitchen. If you want some, go get your own.”

I give him an evil glare, but he smiles back at me playfully as he shovels a big forkful into his mouth. I smile back as I turn and head for the kitchen.

I grab a plate and start to pile it up when I hear the phone ring.

“I’ll get it!” my Dad yells from the table.

I hear his chair scrape across the floor as he gets up to answer the phone. I just keep smiling and piling the food on my plate.

I’m about to grab five pieces of toast when my Dad pokes his head in through the revolving kitchen door.

I look over at him as I stick my finger in my mouth to suck the jelly off. He smiles at me and gets this evil glint in his eye.

“What?” I ask.

He shakes his head.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just Buffy. She said she’s walking up the drive way as we speak.”

He tilts his head up and pretends to think.

“Oh, that would have been about…five seconds ago. So, she should be here right about…”

We both hear the doorbell ring. Dad smiles.

“…now.”

My eyes get really big as I start down at the fuckin’ huge plate of food. Buffy knows I eat more than a regular girl, but I don’t want her to think I’m some fuckin’ pig or somethin’.

I turn to my Dad to ask him to stall, but my eyes meet a pair of smiling green ones. Buffy is standing before me and I don’t think I can breathe. She has on this white long-sleeve shirt that frills out at her hands. She has on brown leather pants that hug her hips and high heeled brown leather boots. Her beautiful blonde hair is pulled back in a loose bun and she’s wearing the diamond cross necklace I gave her on our anniversary last year. I spent five months salary on that fuckin’ thing, but to see it against her perfect skin makes it worth every penny.

God. She’s beautiful.

I open my mouth to tell her how gorgeous she is, but no sound will come out. I try to turn to face her and my elbow slams into the huge plate of food, knocking the shit all over the floor. Smooth Faith. Fuckin’ retard.

Buffy and my Dad both start to laugh. I scowl as I bend down to pick up the food.

“I ain’t fuckin’ funny. Shit,” I mumble as I pick up the food.

It’s still fuckin’ HOT and I burn my index finger on the bacon.

I spring back up and stick my finger in my mouth.

“Fuck!”

Buffy laughs the whole way over to me. I scowl at her as I stick my finger in my mouth. She starts to calm down from all the laughing and she reaches out for my wrist. My first reaction is to jerk my hand away, but when I see that familiar glint in her eye, I let her take my hand.

I watch in complete silence as Buffy slowly lifts my hand and places my index finger in her mouth. She locks her eyes with mine as she slowly sucks my finger. She runs her tongue around the tip and down my finger before slowly pulling it out of her mouth. I manage to pull my eyes from hers to look at my finger. It’s wet with her saliva.

I swallow hard. Fuck. That was HOT.

I start to lean in to kiss her when the thought of my Dad suddenly stops me. I don’t want him watchin’ me tongue up my girl.

I turn my head and look where he was standing just a second ago.

“He’s already gone. He won’t be back until Monday.”

I turn my head to look at Buffy. I raise my eyebrow.

“Say huh?”

She smiles that sweet little smile. The one she knows I can’t resist and the one she knows turns me on beyond belief. Pretty fuckin’ pathetic huh? Me, big bad slayer Faith turns to mush with just a smile from my girl.

I fuckin’ love it.

Buffy walks over to me and runs her hand down my arm before grabbing my hand and playing with my fingers. She stares down at my hand as she plays with it. She is trying not to smile.
“I called your Dad this morning while you were still sleeping. I told him that we wanted to spend the weekend together and that my mom was having a party. So, he said ‘Why not come over and stay here with Faith?’”

She looks up to see my reaction. I’m fucking speechless.

She smiles and pulls me into her. She wraps her arms around my waist and my hands go to her hips instinctively. She looks deep into my eyes.

“He’s gonna be gone for the whole weekend. He went to LA and he told me to make myself at home…and that I could help myself to anything here. Wanna guess what I want to help myself to?”

I smile this huge shit-eating grin. I fuckin’ love this girl.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

“Gee, B. I don’t know.got got lots of stuff here.”

She laughs a little and leans into to kiss me. My eyes close instinctively and I moan into the kiss. I feel her warm tongue against my lips and I instantly part my lips for her.

Damn. This girl can kiss…REALLY good.

My right hand starts to slowly ease it’s way off her hip. I feel it sliding up towards the bottom of her shirt and I can’t stop it. Buffy moans into my mouth when my fingers come into contact with the soft flesh of her tummy. She pulls back from the kiss a little and whispers into my mouth.

“Oh, God. Faith.”

I love when she says my name like that. I want her to do it again.

I slide my hand up over her ribs. I feel her take in a sudden breath and I feel the goose bumps under my hand as I slide it up to her breast. I squeeze her through the soft lace of her bra. Gently, but hard enough to elicit another moan.

“Faith…Faith…Faith!”

It takes a moment to realize she’s yelling and not moaning. I open my eyes to meet the irritation on her face.

Uh-fucking-oh.

Buffy pulls away from me. She starts to walk away, but I reach out and grab her by the elbow.

“Whoa. What’s wrong? What happened?”

Buffy turns to look at me and if looks could kill…

She folds her arms across her chest and scoffs.

“What’s wrong? What happened? Faith! I know you heard me say ‘Stop’, but you didn’t!”

I shake my head.

“No, baby! I swear I didn’t! If I did, I woulda stopped. You know I would.”

She looks at me for a second, trying to figure out if she should believe me or not. I see a moment of doubtsh tsh through her eyes, and then it’s gone. She sighs out and drops her arms.

“I know, baby. I’m…I’m sorry.”

I shake my head again and step closer to her. I place on hand on her hip and with the other one, I raise her face to look at me.

“Don’t ever be sorry. Don’t ever say that to me. You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m the asshole. Remember?”

That gets her to smile. I know it would. I smile too.

I pull her into a gentle embrace and she lays her head on my chest. I place my chin on the top of her head. I breathe in her scent. It smells like Heaven.

“Faith?”

“Hmm?”

Buffy sighs out and I wait for her to speak.

“I didn’t mean to freak out like that. It’s just…after last night…I didn’t want you to think…you know…that you could do stuff like that. That I was *ready* for you to do stuff like that. Do you hate me?”

My eyes fly open. I push her back from me gently and look deeply into her eyes.

“Don’t EVER think that Buffy. I could *never* hate you. I never will.”

She casts her head down and I lift it again.

“Listen to me Buffy. I promise to love you forever. As long as there is a breath in my lungs and a beat in my heart…I will love you. Understand?”

She slowly smiles and nods her head. I see a tear starting to slip from her eye and I wipe it away with my thumb.

“Don’t cry baby. You know I hate it when you cry.”

She nods again and I pull her into me, gently kissing her forehead. I pull away once again and smile.

“So, how about some breakfast?”

**

After breakfast, me and Buffy decided to stay in and watch a little TV. It is Friday after all. Gotta love those college breaks.

We’re sitting in the den on the black leather couch. Buffy is sitting on one of the ends with her feet under her and my head in her lap. I’m sprawled out on the rest of the couch. My feet are up on the arm and I’m eating popcorn with my left hand. My right hand is lightly entwined with Buffy’s.

We’re watching an I Love Lucy marathon. That is one hilarious fuckin’ show.

I laugh out loud when Lucy does that whiny thing she does so well. I feel Buffy’s chuckle vibrate her legs and my head in the process.

“I fuckin’ LOVE Lucy.”

I shovel some more popcorn in my mouth.

“You do, eh? I though *I* was the only woman you love?”

I turn my head and look up at Buffy. I sure as shit hope she ain’t pissed again. Me and pissed Buffy don’t mix. Oil and fucking water.

I meet her eyes. I swallow and wait…and then she smiles. I let out an internal sigh.

Buffy ruffles my hair and laughs.

“Don’t worry Faith. I’m just fuckin’ with ya.”

I choke on the popcorn. I ain’t never heard Buffy say any four letter word as long as I’ve known her. I stick my finger in my ear and rub it.

Buffy laughs again and swats my arm.

“Stop it. I know how to say it, Faith. I just choose not to. I leave that up to *your* mouth. It does it so well.”

I smile with a glint in my eye.

“Really?”

She nods. I sit up on the couch and pull her into my lap. She giggles for a second and then goes silent when she sees me gazing deep into her eyes. I lean forward and whisper right next to her ear.

“Wanna see what else my mouth can do?”

I feel the shiver run through her and I smile as I start to place little kisses from her ear to her jaw. She moans and slips her hands into my hair. I kiss the corner of her mouth. She turns her head to kiss me, but I pull away. I smile when I hear her whimper. I kiss her on the tender skin right under her chin and she moans again. I feel her hands tighten in my hair.

I kiss down to the middle of her throat. I lick it and suck on her pulse point lightly. I feel her body shiver in my arms.

Fuck. I’m good.

I’m about to kiss the exposed skin of her chest…when I hear the doorbell.

I pull away and growl.

“Fuck! Who the *fuck* could that be?!”

Buffy slowly opens her eyes and takes in a deep breath. She leans away from me slightly and struggles to regain herself. She straightens the top of her shirt and swallows hard as she gets off my lap.

“I’ll…I’ll go see.”

I growl in frustration and slam my head back against the couch.

Fuck.

I run my hand down my face and close my eyes. I sigh out and turn my head when I hear footsteps approaching. Lots of footsteps.

I open my eyes to see Buffy standing in the doorway. With Willow and Kennedy right behind her. I sit up and raise my eyebrow at Buffy.

She just smiles and saunters back over to me. She slowly eases herself down in my lap and smiles at me. I can’t help but be a little shocked and a little pissed. This was supposed to be OUR day.

Buffy reaches down and grabs my hand. She pulls it into her lap and smiles as she looks over and Willow and Kennedy. They’re all moony eyed at each other. They’re holding hands and K leans in, whispering something in Red’s ear. I see Red blush as K pulls away and smirks.

I raise my eyebrow. Red turns as red as her hair and she starts to stammer.

“I…we…ah…Buffy…then she said…so we did…movies!”

She lifts this white bag in the air. I can see the faint out line of some movies, but I can’t see what they are. Buffy jumps from my lap and takes the bag from Willow. They smile at each other with a blush. They start whispering and K walks over, plopping down on the couch beside me. I give her a nod and she nods back. She puts her feet up on the coffee table and reaches for the remote.

She starts flipping the channels. I watch the TV blink with images for a few seconds before hearing K sigh.

“There ain’t a fuckin’ thing to watch.”

I look over at Buffy and Willow still talking. I look down at the bag of movies in B’s hand.

“Why don’t we watch those?”

K chuckles and Red and B turn to give me this horrified look.

“What?”

I’m completely lost.

Buffy stammers and puts the bag behind her back.

“Ah, baby? These aren’t exactly the kind of movies you watch with friends. These are for…later.”

I look at her like a fuckin’ idiot. She smiles and blushes as she takes Willow by the arm.

“Come on Will. Let’s go talk in Faith’s room.”

She looks over at me.

“Is that okay, baby?”

I nod my head.

“Sure.”

She smiles at me.

“Love you.”

I smile back.

“Love you too.”

She leads Red out of the room and I hear their footsteps as they head up the stairs. I look over at K who is just staring straight ahead at the screen. Smirking like fuck.

“What?”

She just shakes her head and continues to smirk.

“Nothing.”

She starts to flip through the channels again. I fold my arms over my chest and slump back against the couch. I wonder what those movies were? Buffy sure is acting fucked up weird.

I wonder what…

My eyes widen as it dawns on me.

Oh, Fuck! Movies!