So Damn Domestic

The Same Day. FPOV


Dawn’s been in the bedroom for a couple of hours now. I’m starting to get a little nervous. Xander and Katie left about half an hour ago. She needs to try and stay off of her feet. Her due date is coming up pretty soon. Xander offered to take Mattie with them in case me and Buffy need to talk, which is Xander code for ‘just in case you two get into a screaming match’. I told him that it’s fine, that we’re not going to fight. I feel sort of bad because it wasn’t a whole truth. I don’t know if we’re going to fight or not. I might say something wrong and then I could be living at Xander’s again. I really hated living at Xander’s. But I have to risk it. I have to try and work this out because it’s Buffy, ya know? But I just can’t help this feeling that I’m having, this paralyzing fear mixed with dread.


“Mama,” Mattie says in a whiney tone and holds his arms up. This happens every year. He gets over stimulated with everything that’s going on and he wears himself out. I reach down and pick him up. He rests his head on my shoulder, his entire body is pressed up against mine. It would hurt a little if I weren’t so used to it. That’s another thing, if we have a baby, if I get pregnant, then I won’t be able to hold him like this anymore because my boobs will be too sore and my stomach will get too big. That’s if Buffy still wants to have a baby. She might be completely rethinking this whole ‘being together with me’ thing right now. I gently rub Mattie’s back and I don’t get up off of the couch until I feel his grip on me loosen and his breathing become a little more relaxed. I put him in his bed and cover him up. I’m curious to what’s going on in the bedroom….maybe listening in a little won’t hurt anything. I’ll just keep in mind that she could be in the middle of a sentence or something so if I hear anything horrible I’ll just ignore it until she gets a chance to explain it to me.


“I do love her Dawnie, more then I’ve ever loved anything. But my wedding was such a big deal for Mom. She really wanted to be there, and I don’t think I can do this without her. It just wouldn’t be right. I don’t know, Dawn. I’m so confused. Faith, please, stop eavesdropping!” Damn, sometimes I really do hate the slayer connection thing we got goin on. But oh well. I shouldn’t be listening in, that’s disrespectful. But I’m only human, curiosity gets the best of us.


“Sorry.” And I am. I’m sorry for everything. If I knew she was going to react like this I never would have proposed. Or maybe I would have. Maybe she just needs to think about it, and she wouldn’t have thought about it unless I brought it up. Ok, I just gave myself a headache with that sentence. Time to go relax a little. I sit down on the big couch. Kyle and Willow are sitting on the smaller couch talking about computers and other junk that I don’t know about. Kennedy sits down next to me, one glass of wine in each hand. She hands one to me and I take a sip. What? Don’t look at me like that. The exceptions to the no drinking rule are: Christmas, my and Buffy’s birthdays, our anniversary, and I think that’s it. At Christmas I only have one glass of wine. I don’t really like the stuff, except for the kind I buy, I can’t remember the name now, but it’s better then this shit. I always have white wine, this shit looks purple.


“So, how are you doing? I mean, I know Buffy’s upset and all and I am worried so don’t be thinking that I’m not, but you gotten be holding in something by the way she reacted. That must’ve hurt like a bitch.” And it did. Have you ever gotten that feeling of your heart being ripped out and then shoved down a rusty garbage disposal? Well that’s what it felt like. When I saw that look on her face…I felt like I died inside a little. That sounds really cheesey but it’s true.


“It hurts. It sucks that I didn’t know she feels like that. I understand the reaction completely but I think she handled it bad. She just got up and left in front of everyone. I don’t know. I feel like an ass.” She tires to tell me that it’s not my fault, that I didn’t know she was going to react like that, and I didn’t know her views on marriage or anything like that. Which I didn’t, but still, I can’t help but feel like it is my fault. I’m not really paying attention to what she’s saying. I sip down the rest of the wine and then set the glass on the coffee table. We really need to get that thing out of here. It’s ugly for one, and it takes up too much room. At what the hell is the point of a coffee table if you’re not allowed to put your feet up on it?


I sigh and run my hand through my hair. God, it’s getting really long, I need to get it cut. Buffy’s is getting long too. Not as long as mine, hers reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades. I like long hair though. I love just running my fingers through it and giving it a good tug. She likes it when I do that. We’ll be cuddling on the couch, yes I cuddle so what? Anyway, we’ll be cuddling on the couch and I’ll be runnin my fingers in her hair and then I’ll gently tug on the hair that’s at the back of her head, at that little spot where it dips in where the brain stem is. She loves it when I do that.


I’m too caught up in what Red’s sayin, something about going on a trip in the summer, camping and hiking and all that stuff. Apparently Kennedy’s been watin to go but little Red here is afraid of the forest animals. I shrug my shoulders a little. Kennedy’s a slayer, she takes out demons and vamps on a weekly basis, takin out a bear or mountain lion should be no problem if one were gonna attack them. Then she looks over at the clock and announces that they need ta get goin. Apparently Ken here got Red a little dog for Christmas, a Maltese, whatever the hell that is. Willow’s description of it word for word was: ‘she’s so tiny and cute and her little nose kinda wiggles when she sniffs you and she has the cutest collar and her tail kind of curls up and she barked and I thought I was gonna die.’ And what did she name this little thing? Gypsy. Yeah, I kind of had that same ‘what the hell?’ reaction. But whatever. The way she talks about it the dog sounds like one of those little ankle biters.


So they take off and then it’s just me and Kyle. I don’t really know what to say to the guy, we don’t know each other very well. I have respect for him, if I haven’t mentioned that, but we’ve never really talked. Dawn tends to take over the conversation in any room she’s in. We sit in an uncomfortable silence and this is going to kill me. I can’t take all of the shit that’s happened today and then have to entertain some boy. What do I say? How should I act? Ok Faith, just calm down. I’m sure he’ll start talking soon, he looks a little uncomfortable too. Ok, screw this, I need a cigarette. I get up and slightly smile at him as I stand. I walk down the hall and out the backdoor. Tucker follows me out. Poor guy probably has to go bad. I sit down on the very cold plastic chair and I regret no bringing a jacket but I’m not going back in there. I light my clove and watch the smoke float out into the air and then slowly disappear. I inhale slowly and hold it in for a few seconds. God, I really needed this. I exhale really slow and watch the smoke float through the air, swirling around in the wind and then becoming nothing. Hmm, I wonder where the smoke goes when it clears like that. I mean, it has to go somewhere it can’t just disappear.


I’m about to inhale again when someone takes the cigarette out of my hand and then tosses it onto the wet grass. I’m about the protest but then Buffy is sitting on my lap and kissing me deeply. It takes a couple of seconds for me to get over the surprise and then I start to kiss her back. I swirl my tongue around hers and then slowly bring mine back into my mouth, she chases after it and then I suck on the tip of hers. When I finish she does this little swirl roll thing on the roof of my mouth that always drives me insane. She better be careful or I might take her right here on the back porch. Wouldn’t be the first time but we had the entire house to ourselves, I don’t think Dawn would like it if her guy saw me fucking her sister. I’m sure I’d be out of her good graces. I finally pull back when I can’t hold my breath anymore. There’s a little trail of spit from my mouth to hers and she smiles shyly and wipes it away. She always thinks its really gross when that happens. And it is but I love the way she blushes when it happens.


“I’m sorry that took so long, and I’m sorry I acted like that. I shouldn’t have run off like that. I can’t even imagine what that must’ve felt like. But I talked with Dawn about it and she told me what my mom said to her. We’ll never know for sure if this is what my mom would want, but Dawn explained and helped me see that even though it matters what my mom would think, I can’t let that haunt me, because I’ll never know. And I have to be able to make my own decision. And Dawn said that she ‘approves of you’, so we have her blessing. And I mean, we’ve been together for seven years now, eight in March. And we don’t have to get married right away, I mean we can wait a while, can’t we?” I smile wide and nod my head yes. She kisses me on the lips and then pulls back before I have time to react. Oh, she’ll pay for that later. “So, if you still want to, then I still want to. But we still have so much to talk about. I mean, we were warming up to the idea of another baby. Do you wanna wait to have another until after we’re married? Because I don’t know when I’m going to be ready to have a wedding. And it’s not like we have to be married to have one, I mean, look at Matthew. He’s the best accident to ever happen.” Hmm, that is a lot to talk about. But she said yes though. She wants to get married, even if it isn’t for a couple of years, but it’s going to happen.


“Baby, then wedding, then honeymoon.” I wiggle my eyebrows and she smiles wide. I lift her up off of my lap with one hand and then reach into my pocket with the other and pull out the ring. She looks at it for a few seconds, studying it really close like she was in the bedroom. She holds up her left hand and I smiles really wide. I take her hand with my free one and kiss the knuckle of her ring finger. I gently slide the ring onto her finger, the metal is cold and she shivers a little bit at the feel but she doesn’t protest. There, it’s all the way up and a perfect fit, just like I knew it would be. I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss the ring a little and then her knuckle. She smiles and giggles a little bit. Yep, seven years together and she still giggles. I think it’s cute though. We slowly kiss again, she leans into my body a little more and I groan. I want her now but we have to wait. Hmm, maybe Dawn is willing to take Mattie with her for a few hours? Naw, I wouldn’t do that to her. She and her boy are probably going to go home and ‘be close’.


“Not to ruin this perfect moment or anything.” She pulls back and as soon as our lips are apart she starts talking. I love her, I really, really do, but sometimes a little less talking would be nice. But she likes to talk, a lot. “I know that you said you wanna wait until all of the craziness of the holidays goes away to try and have a baby...so like...when is that, exactly?” I think about it and that it a good question. The truth is I’m scared. I don’t think I’ve ever been more terrified...yeah I have. When Mattie was first born I had no idea what to do. I’d never been around little kids before. I was constantly afraid that I was gonna do something wrong. And if I get pregnant that means I’ll be like a million times bitchier then Buffy ever was. Sure she had the normal pregnant woman hormones, but I’m going to have that, be pissed off because I can’t slay or spar, and I have to give up smoking and if I go too long without having a cigarette I am not a person you wanna be around. It’s not only that but what if something goes wrong? What if Willow’s spell goes wrong and instead of giving birth to a baby I give birth to a demon or something? Or what if I have a miscarriage or the baby is born too early and has a bunch of health problems? There are just too many what ifs and I don’t know if I can handle them all or not.


“Um, well, ah.” She knows I’m stalling. “How ‘bout after my birthday? That way we’ll get to celebrate like we normally do. And if I get pregnant around the first of February then it’ll be born around...” Give me a minute I have to count. Shut up. “Umm, November, I think. Maybe we should wait that way we can plan it just right and have a summer birthday. ‘Cause nothin sucks more then it being cold and rainy on your birthday. Well, maybe some other stuff...I’m sure you have the worst track record when it comes to birthdays.” I smile and she playfully smacks my arms. She knows that it’s something else. I can see the look in her eyes, this concerned and all-knowing look. I hate that look. I look away but she gently uses her thumb and index finger to pull my head back so she’s lookin into my eyes. I hate it when she does that.


“Faith, if you need to talk about it then please tell me. I know you’re scared. Having a baby is a scary thing. The constant worry, and second-guessing yourself on every decision that you make...But at the end of the day it’s one of the best things you’ll ever do.” She stops and furrows her eyebrows in that cute way she does when she thinks. God, I’ve done way too soft. “No, I take that back.” What? “Having a baby isn’t one of the best things you’ll ever do...it is the best thing you’ll ever do. Trust me on that.” She smiles and I nod my head a little. I do trust her, but it isn’t going to take away these feelings. But I’m going to ignore them now because I proposed and Buffy said yes, this is a time for celebration! I stand up and carry her bridal style into the house, she’s laughing a lightly kicking her feet as I walk down the hall. I set her down on the counter and grab the bottle of wine that Kennedy forgot to take with her. I open up the cupboard and pull out two of the fancy Christmas glasses that she bought. I pour us a little, not a lot, just enough for a mouth full. I set the bottle down then hand her a glass and then pick mine up and hold it out in the air.


“I’m not good at this so don’t laugh.” I warn her and she smiles. “To us, and our long and happy future together, filled with a wedding and another baby and hopefully a new dishwasher, but not all in that order.” She laughs a little bit at the dishwasher part. We really do need a new one though. Anyway, we click our glasses together and then down the stuff. God, this shit is gross. Next Christmas I’m buying the wine. She makes a disgusted face as she swallows hers. I laugh and then set my glass down and so does she. I walk up to her, she spreads her legs so I can stand closer to her. I slowly kiss her lips and then she deepens it. She pulls away a little bit and then the little minx starts to tease again. She’ll press her lips against mine and when I try to kiss her back she’ll pull just out of reach. I put my hand at the back of her neck and kiss her deeply. She just starts to suck on the tip of my tongue when we hear coughing behind us. I roll my eyes even though they’re closed. We get enough from one, now we’re getting it from the other? We pull apart even though we don’t want to and look over and see Dawn, looking grossed out and coughing, just like she taught Mattie. One of these days I’ll get her back for that.


“Ya know Dawn, it’s a little hard to be grossed out by it when you do it with Kyle.” Buffy says and I smile a little bit. Can’t argue with that logic. Dawn just rolls her eyes and then crosses her arms over her chest. Kyle walks up behind her and spoons her from behind. She smiles really wide and rests her arms over his. It’s a nice picture to see. I hope those two work out. I think Dawn would look really pretty in a long white wedding dress. Wow, that thought was really close to going to a very bad place. I think I need to take a shower or something. Wine, more wine, that’ll help. I pour myself half a glass and do the same for Buffy. I hand it to her and she takes it and slightly sips at it before putting it down. “So, are you two taking off?” Dawn nods her head and Buffy smiles a small kind of sad smile.


“We’re going to stop by Natalie’s and give them their gifts. So I’ll talk to you later, and congratulations.” She smiles and walks forward out of Kyle’s arms. I move out of the way and Dawn gives Buffy a really big hug. Buffy gives Dawn a little sisterly kiss on the cheek and then runs her fingers through the short shoulder length hair. Right, explanation might be good. Natalie is Kyle’s older sister who Dawn hates and she hates Dawn. For some reason this chick just doesn’t think that Dawnie is good enough for her little brother. Meanwhile she was dating this guy for a few years and after she gave birth to their third kid he ran off because he couldn’t handle the stress. What a prince huh? Apparently she’s been a bitter person ever since, but I don’t really blame her. I’d probably be pissed off too. Then she does a surprising thing. She reaches over and pulls me into a big hug. I hug her back and look over her shoulder. Buffy is trying not to laugh at the surprised look on my face. She gives a little ‘aww’ and Dawn giggles a little. Then she puts her lips right to my ear so that only I can hear what she’s saying. “I’m glad you finally proposed. I was starting to think you two would never get married. But just remember, you hurt my sister, especially after getting her hopes up like this, and I will make you pay. Just remember that karma comes back in threefold.” Just one visit, just one little visit from Dawn without her saying something threatening to me, is that too much to ask for?


BPOV


Oh my God, Faith proposed! But you already knew that. But still, she proposed! She never did say the words ‘will you marry me’, but it’s so clear after all the talk that she wants to get married. I’m so excited. After I had that talk with Dawn, it was mostly me crying and remembering all of the good times with our mom. Anyway, after she gave me the sisterly pep talk, she said that I’m never going to find anyone better then Faith, and for me to not marry the ‘father’ of my son because our mother isn’t here to see it is crazy. She said that she knows our mom would love Faith especially now that she’s not all crazy. Apparently when our mom started thinking about the whole ‘people usually die young in Sunnydale’ thing, she made Dawn promise that if she were to die before my wedding then Dawn would have to be the one to approve of my groom. And she does, so we’re good. And I just love this ring. I can’t stop looking at it.


Faith got one too, it’s a little smaller then mine but it looks great on her. She bought it herself, she got the one that matched mine the closest, and Christmas night we were sitting on the couch and watching the Christmas tree because all of the lights were really pretty and stuff. We were cuddling and every couple of minutes she would kiss me on the side of the head. It was nice. And then I did what I do best, and I started talking. I asked her if she had gotten a ring for herself or if I would get to buy one for her. She got up, and I grumbled out it trust me there was lots of grumbles. And she went into the bedroom and brought out a little black box. She handed it to me and sat down on the couch again. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into her lap so that she was spooning me from behind. I opened up the box and smiled when I saw the ring. It looked like it was made just for her. It’s hard to explain. I took it out of the box and slipped it onto her finger. I turned a little in her arms so that I could kiss her. When the kiss ended I rested my head against her shoulder and we fell asleep like that.


Matthew woke us up the next morning. He asked about the rings and we told them what they really are. He was a little confused by the term ‘engagement’ but we told him that two people get engaged and when they’re ready they get married. He got so excited about that. He started going on and on about how he’s going to hold the wedding rings and walk down the isle, and he’s going to eat more cake then anyone else at the wedding and he’s going to sit next to Kyle and he’s going to dance with aunt Dawn. He talked for so long and so fast that his voice went horse and it took two days for it to get better. He’s bound and determined that he’s going to wear a tux, and even though I already told him that he’s going to he still asks me about a million times a day. I’m hoping that soon he’ll stop talking about it. It’s cute and all and I’m glad that he’s so excited, although I don’t really know why, but it gets a little annoying when you’re trying to do housework and get the bills paid. And he keeps asking when it’s going to happen, and I don’t know. I keep telling him that I don’t know but he won’t take that for an answer. He’s a weird one, takes after Faith.


I don’t know how long we’re going to wait. I’ve already run a few ideas passed Faith. She says that she wants to help with all of the planning but she wants it to be special for me. In other words she’s willing to look through books and magazines and go to the shops but she’s not going to give me her actual opinion she’s just going to agree with me on almost everything. I say almost because she almost started shouting when I suggested that she wear a dress along with me. She says that she’s going to wear a tux and that’s the only thing that she really wants to do, the rest is up to me. I kind of already know what I want. I’m going to go with most of the plans that I made with my mom because they are good. The bride’s maids will be in blush satin dresses. My dress with be white with blush colored satin, the bouquet is going to be white roses, my hair will be put back so there’s like a little bun and then some of the length will hang down. It will take place in a church. I don’t care how many favors I have to call in or how many people I have to threaten with my slayer strength, but I will have a church wedding. That’s all I got so far. The rest is a big mystery. Like the date. I’m not sure if I want a spring or a summer wedding and that’s going to bother the hell out of me. Oh well, I’ll leave those plans for later because right now I have a party to get to.


That’s right, it is New Year’s Eve and we are all meeting at this new club in town. Faith is already there. I don’t know how, and I really don’t want to know, but she knows three of the band members so she’s going to help set up and stuff like that. The rest of the scoobies and their honey’s, plus Dawn and Kyle, some of Dawn’s friends and Kyle’s friends are going to show up. That a like most of the people from town, well the younger ones at least. It’s not an all age club like the Bronze was. Nope, this is a twenty-one or over only. Sometimes being an adult pays off.


I got a baby-sitter to watch Matthew. Our neighbor’s daughter, she’s seventeen, really quiet, doesn’t go out a whole lot. I’ve talked to her a few times when I was doing some gardening in the front yard and she was in her front yard. She’s really nice and wants to be a pre-school teacher, bless her heart, so I thought I’d ask her to watch Matthew, watching him for a couple of hours is about the same as watching a group of little kids, only they’re not as fast. Poor girl doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. I just hope she doesn’t get hurt or see our training room.


I pull up in front of the club and park my car. The party is going to be starting soon. Faith wanted me to come a little early so that I can meet the band and all of that other stuff. So I get out of the car and show the bouncer my id. He questions me at first until I mention that I’m supposed to be meeting Faith Lehane. He gets a little scared after that and lets me in immediately. Should I question her on it or be happier not knowing? I think I’ll go with being happier...for now. I walk down the stairs that lead to the club and I see her, up on stage setting up the drums. She’s wearing some tight dark blue jeans and a black tank top and her boots of course. I hate those boots. Anyway, the way she’s bending over to pick something up off of the ground gives me a perfect view of her ass and I’m letting my eyes get their fill. After seven years together you’d think we’d be able to control ourselves a little more, or at least not be as horny for each other, but nope. We’ve calmed down a little...ok a lot, but we’re still pretty bad.


I lean up against the wall and continue to watch her, but things go from good to really bad in about five seconds. Some guy, I’m assuming is part of the band, walks passed her towards a guitar case but as he passes her he slaps her on the butt. Nothing hard or anything and he says something to her as she does it, and she fucking laughs! She doesn’t get mad or tell him ‘hands off, I gotta fiancé’ or anything! I take in a deep breath to try and calm myself down. I turn my head to the side to pop my neck bones because they’re feeling a little tense. This guy honestly thinks he can just do that and get away with it? Not on my watch. Time for me to go in and claim what’s mine. I walk over to the stage and jump up using the good ol’ slayer power. She hears me and feels me coming and she stands up and turns around. She has this worried look in her eyes, like she’s afraid I saw the guy touch her. And now that she’s seen the look in my eyes she’s afraid of what I’m going to do since I saw it.


“Hi honey-bunny,” I say and smile oh so sweetly, I can almost taste the sugar on my tongue. What better way to embarrass her in front of her friends then call her an embarrassing pet name? Hehe, I am evil. Looks like I lost that bet. I wrap my arms around her waist and give her a lingering kiss on the lips. I can hear the guy get the others’ attention and I can almost hear their jaws drop. I kiss her one last time before I pull away and turn so that we’re facing them. One of my arms is around her lower back and I’m pressed up against her. I can almost feel her blushing and I want so badly to laugh right now but I can’t. If I do then they’ll probably think I’m crazy.


“Hey B,” she says and I can tell that she wants to run away. Aw, I really did embarrass her. Good, that’s what she gets for letting other people touch her in places that are only for me. It’s not like I go all willy-nilly and let guys grope me. Ok, so it was just a little friendly smack on the ass, sometimes Willow gives them to me and me to her, and Dawn too. But those are girls who have no sexual interest in me, this is a guy and Faith is still very attractive to almost everyone, not just me. “Guys, this is my fiancé, Buffy. Buffy this is Mike, Steven, Carol, and Joey.” Oh, so it was Joey that touched her. Hmm, I’ll have to keep my eyes on him. I wave at all of them and they wave at me and say their hellos. Then she turns to me. “And there’s one more member, but that’s a surprise. He won’t be here for another ten minutes or so.” Huh? Oh well, I guess I’ll just wait until he gets here.


Oh my God, I probably couldn’t be any more bored if I were sitting in an empty room. They’re doing their band practice now and that other guy still hasn’t shown up. The bass player, I think. Mike is the drummer, Joey is the lead singer, Steven is the lead guitarist, and Carol is the second guitarist and the backup singer. I’m not too sure what the exact terms are but whatever. The bass player isn’t here so they don’t sound very good right now. I’m sure they’ll get better once he arrives. Faith is trying her best to play and even though she has a little experience she sucks big time. But I’m being a good fiancé and smiling and bobbing my head along with the beat and trying my best to act like I’m into it although I think I’m going to start crying I’m so bored. And then my slayer sense go off, thank God! But it isn’t a vampire, it’s a demon. This is really weird this feels almost like when-


“Oh my God!” I yell when I see him walk down the steps and turn the corner. Oz! Oz is back! Why is he here? I thought he was off in Tibet or whatever, being all with his inner cool and not turning in a werewolf? I jump up off of the stool and rush towards him. I see him brace himself, as he should. I throw my arms around him in a big hug. I hear the band stop and but their instruments down. I hear them start to walk towards us and I let Oz go and take a step back. “When did you get back? What are you doing here? Have you seen Willow yet? Are you looking for her? She’s going to freak when she sees you. But in a good way. Did you even know we were living here or are you just passing through?” He furrows his eyebrows just a little tiny bit and I can tell he’s trying to keep up with my question.


“Baby, breathe, you’re turning colors.” I smile and take a deep breath and take Faith by the hand. “Dog boy, it’s good to see ya.” I roll my eyes but I can’t help but smile. He says his little hello to her and then he turns back to me. He looks down at our joined hands and then up at me and he raises one of his eyebrows. Boy he sure is expressive today. I wonder if Willow knows that he’s here. I really wanna know that because if she doesn’t then I want to be the one to tell her. Or show her, if he’s going to be sticking around. He must be the missing bass player. Good, he’s so much better then Faith.


“To answer the questions that I did understand.” He pauses and I blush a little bit. “We’re here on our California tour. I’ve been staying in New York. We got in last night, and Willow does not know that I’m back. Is she coming here tonight?” Those are probably the most amount of words I’ve heard him say in one sitting. Hmm, he has changed. We walk over to the stage and sit down. Faith wraps an arm around my lower back when she sees Mike checking me out. Aw, now who’s the jealous one?


“Yeah, her and her girlfriend Kennedy are coming for the big party. I don’t think Xander is going to be able to make it. His wife is pregnant and very close to the due date and she’s cranky. Dawn and her boyfriend are coming, and they’re bringing some friends. From the sounds of it it’s going to be pretty packed tonight. And now that you’re here and Faith isn’t playing I’m sure you will get standing ovations and not tomatoes thrown at you.” I laugh and she gives me a playful smack on the arm. “I’m sorry, baby, but you were really bad.” I give her a little kiss on the cheek and then turn back to Oz. His face is expressionless, like always. He looks the same, surprisingly, only his hair is black again. We talk for a little while, until they have to practice. I explained to him about the battle and how we lost Anya, I also told him a little about Kennedy, and even though I can tell he still loves Willow, he’s moved on. Faith and I wait in the back behind the stage until the place starts to fill up. We don’t want to look pathetic by being the first ones here.


I’m dancing with Faith now. Her arms are wrapped around me as we grind against together to the beat of the song. Gotta say these guys are way better then the Dingoes. The beats are fast and hard and I love just being able to basically dry hump Faith in public and get away with it. We’ve drawn a crowd of boys just like we used to do back in Sunnydale. Ha, I’m still young enough to draw a crowd. I turn around in her embrace and she continues to grind her hips against my ass. But then I accidentally step on her foot and stumble forward a little bit, I don’t know how but I do, and the guy in front of me thinks that I’m coming onto him. He starts dancing with me, and grabs onto my hips. I’m about to back up and tell him that I’m taken when I’m pushed back a little bit and Faith is right in this guy’s face, pushing him back by the shoulders and yelling at him. The music is too loud for me to hear what she’s saying but there’s a lot of cussing I can by how angry she is. I force myself in between her and this poor guy. I tell him sorry and then back Faith up a little bit and start dancing with her again, but she’s not into it. I grab her by the hand and drag her up to the bar. We order two cocktails, come on it’s New Year’s after all, and I try to get her to calm down.


“Faith, it was a mistake. I fell forward and he thought I wanted to dance with him. I was going to turn him down but you were in his face too quickly before I could.” The bartender brings us our drinks and I toss a ten dollar bill onto the bar and watch as Faith downs the drink in one gulp. I do the same and try not to cough at the burning from the vodka. I give her a quick kiss on the lips and tell her I’ll be right back. I rush over to our table and grab a cigarette and her lighter out of her jacket and walk back over to the bar. I grab her by the hand and drag her outside. I hand her the clove cigarette and the lighter and she gives me this thankful look.


“I don’t care if it was a mistake, he didn’t have to put his fucking hands all over you. You’re wearing the fucking ring so everyone knows that you’re taken.” I look down at my hand and at my beautiful ring. I don’t like how she put that sentence at all. It’s like she thinks I’m some piece of meat and this ring just tells everyone else that it’s already been claimed. I didn’t get all huffy and puffy when Joey smacked her ass, I was calm about it and dealt with it in an embarrassing for her way, but I didn’t yell at him and threaten to kick his ass, like I know she did to that guy.


“So it’s ok for Joey to touch you, but not for some guy to touch me, is that it? I’m just little prissy Buffy, hands off everyone because badass all-that Faith will come in and rip off your fingers if you touch her.” I cannot believe we’re arguing in the parking lot of a club called Sharp. This is so not how this night was supposed to go at all. She gets a little angry at my words but she stays calm, which is something that she isn’t too good at. She takes another drag of the cigarette and quickly blows the smoke out.


“Joey was just saying that if my pants were any tighter then my wallet would rip through the pocket and then he smacked the wallet. That guy in there was grabbing your hips and bumping against you like he was hard for you or something. Joey doesn’t want to fuck me, or if he does he knows that he can’t because I’m yours. But that asshole in there was dancing like he was about to ask you to leave with him, and that’s why I’m pissed off. What was I supposed to do, just stand there and let him ask? I know you would have turned him down, I’m not doubtin your loyalty to me, so don’t take it that way, but I just hate the thought of someone askin to take you home so they can fuck you. I’m sorry that I get jealous, but I do.” She takes the last drag of the cigarette and then throws the butt across the street. I calm down and take a couple of deep breaths. I’m not going to argue. I’m going to end this. She gets possessive that’s just a part of who she is and I can’t get angry at that. Annoyed yes, but angry no.


“Alright, I’m sorry. I didn’t know the whole story so I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions with the Joey thing. But next time someone dances with me like that give me a chance to say something to them and if they keep bothering me then you can come in and show them who’s boss, ok?” I step closer to her and wrap my arms around her neck and give her a little kiss on the lips. It’s really cold out here tonight and our nipples are pretty hard. I make sure to brush my chest up against hers so she can feel what the cold is doing to my body. She wraps her arms around my waist and deepens the kiss. Mmm, I love the taste of cloves, it took me a while, but I’ve grown to love it. “Why don’t we go back inside and show those little twenty-two year olds how to really dance.” She gets this wide grin on her face and we go back into the little club hand in hand. I just pray that we don’t bump into that guy again.


After a little while the music has stopped and the overhead lights are on. It’s really bright, well, brighter then a club normally is. Everyone is standing close to their dates, including me. I’m not letting her out of my arms for another second. I love being wrapped around her like this, it just feels so nice, and safe and warm. And having her so close like this is doing all sorts of naughty things to my body and I just wanna drag her off to a dark corner and have a quickie. But I don’t know if she’ll be up to it. What am I saying? Of course she’ll be up to it, she always wants to screw around in public places. She says that the danger of getting caught is just so thrilling and makes it that much better. I look around the room real quick and I see the perfect spot. A large pillar over towards the corner of the room. If we stand on the side facing the wall nobody will be able to see us unless they hear something and walk around the back. But I’m going to wait because we’re starting the countdown now.


“Ten!” I yell along with everyone else. I look into her eyes and she’s smiling. She looks so happy and I can tell that the same look is in my eyes too because she perks up a little more. “Nine! Eight! Seven! Six!” She wraps her arms a little tighter around me so that our lips are only and inch or two away from each other. I can feel her breath on my skin and it’s driving me insane. “Five.” I’m not yelling and neither is she but we can hear each other and that’s the important thing. We’re getting lost in each other’s eyes, I just hope we remember to kiss when the lights go out. “Four. Three. Two. One.” And then everything goes black for about five or so seconds because we have this really neat thing called slayer night vision, and when it’s completely dark and there are no lights on at all it kicks in so we can see a little bit, but it has to be completely dark.


We kiss each other, a nice long tongue filled kiss. She seems to get the message that I really don’t want to stop with just a kiss. The strobe and colored lights come back on and the band starts playing again and everyone goes back to dancing. I start to drag her over to the corner but Willow catches my eye and she’s waving us over to the table where they have drinks. I can’t just say no or she’ll know that we’re going to do something naughty and it’ll defeat the entire purpose of having sex in public. Oh well, I guess we can always having it when we get home. Lori, the baby-sitter, is watching Matthew over at her house. I know it’s just right next to our house but we aren’t sure what time we’re going to get home so we just had Matthew go over to her house where he’s going to spend the night. He really likes her and her parents are home so I’m not worried. And even though it was supposed to be a Christmas present I still haven’t shown Faith what other little thing I bought her and I know she’s just going to love it.


FPOV


So after we got home after that wicked party at Sharp, stupid name I know, but it’s a pretty good club. Anyway, after we got home the little fox says that she has a surprise for me. And this is after we’re already half nude and groping each other on the bed. My mind is just a little hazy from the couple of drinks that I’ve had tonight. This whole not drinking for a really long time has turned me into a lightweight. Ok, back on track here. She reaches under the bed and pulls out this black box. I sit up to see what it is and she slowly lifts up the lid. Now I’ve been hinting about the whole ‘using toys’ thing, but I never thought that she’d actually give in to it. She says that toys take the romance out of it or something like that. Well there’s nothing romantic about fucking in the bushes or in a bathroom stall at a McDonald’s is there? So I finally got what I wanted. She said that it was supposed to be a Christmas present but because I proposed she didn’t want to ruin that by experimenting on the night of the proposal.


So now that it’s the new year she thinks that it would be the perfect time to start experimenting just a little bit. She says that for now this is going to be the only thing, and I have no problem with that. And what did the little minx buy you’re probably wondering? A leather harness with an attachable eight-inch fake cock. She wasn’t too sure what size to get so the lady at the counter told her that this is an average size. I would go there and argue with her but I had other things on my mind at the moment. I slipped into the harness, I’ve done this before a couple of times, but she’ll never know that. I’ll never tell her about my past fucks because I don’t want her to feel like I want them more then her, like our sex life is boring and I’m thinking about going out and finding someone with a closet full of toys and whips and chains because I’m not. I want her and her only, this whole strap on thing is just a bonus.


I was slow and gentle with her because her body isn’t used to this type of intrusion, it’s just used to my fingers and mouth. Things were fine in the beginning. I was gentle and soft with her like I always am. But she was looking passed me. She wasn’t looking into my eyes, she was looking at the ceiling and I could almost see the wheels in her head turning. Then things got a little bad. Ok not a little, they turned pretty bad emotionally for her. She started to cry so I stopped what I was doing. She told me to get it out of her, that she couldn’t do this. I did like she wanted me to and I took off the harness and dropped it to the ground and then started to hold her. When I asked her what happened she said that even though she knew it was me and the cock was fake but it still reminded her of Angel, and Riley and Spike and she doesn’t want to think of them while she’s with me. After a little reassurance and some loving kisses I coaxed her into the harness and let her use it on me. I haven’t had one in so long that it was a little strange, I’ll admit, but it was nice. I like Buffy better but I’m sure once she gets used to using the thing and gets her confidence up she’ll be wicked with that.


But here we are now, sitting in Willow’s living room waiting for her to get back from the kitchen. I don’t know why I’m so nervous about this. From what Red and B said this isn’t going to hurt or anything. But I can’t help but be nervous. We celebrated our birthdays since we both have January birthdays, we went to a little cabin up in the woods for a weekend and we only got out of bed to use the bathroom and get some water. We didn’t eat anything but each other for two whole days. I smile as I remember how loud she screamed, how much she moaned. The sex is so much better when you don’t have to worry about being quiet. We should go away more often, or at least have Willow watch Mattie more. Ok, I’m not going to be that kind of parent that just pawns of their kid on other people just to have unrestrained, loud, wild sex. Ok, gotta stop that kinda thinking because Buffy can sense that I’m getting a little worked up and she’s looking at me funny now. Thank God Red’s coming back with the drinks. She hands me the soda can and I open it and start to chug it, my throat is dry for some reason.


“So, you two have finally decided to have another baby. Oh God, I can’t wait to see what it’s going to look like. With it’s little toes, and little fingers, and little nose and the way they kind of snort when they breath until they figure out how to breath right and how when you gently rub their little cheeks they’ll move their head to try and get your finger.” Wow, and I thought Buffy was a girly girl. Maybe it’s Willow who needs to have a baby and not us. Ok, we want another baby, Red and Ken just gotta work somethin out because I’m a little sick to my stomach after hearin all of that girliness. Good thing this place has more of Kennedy’s decorating so there are some darker colors instead of everything being girly. Then I see the little dog, if you can call it that, walk out of the bedroom and jump up on Willow’s lap. It’s small and white and fuzzy and has a little pink bow holding up the hair on top of its head. Gypsy, just the name brings a really girly taste to my mouth, sugar with bubble gum and something else that’s really sweet but I can’t quite put my finger on.


“Yeah, we’re finally ready to try. Now, Will, this spell it’s full proof right? I mean, we’re not going to give birth.” We? We? We are not giving birth to anything. I am giving birth to Buffy’s child. Aw, just the thought makes me feel all tingly. But just the thought of the pain, just that little taste of pain that I got when she was squeezing out Mattie...like doing the splits over a crate of dynamite. And that was just a little taste. We are not giving birth to anything. I am going to die from an overdose of pain medication. Ok, I’ll pay attention because she’s still talking. “To like demon or something?” She laughed a little bit, but that’s actually one of my greater fears. I don’t want to give birth to something that shouldn’t exist.


“Completely. I mean there are the normal risks with any pregnancy, you’ll have to eat right and stop smoking or else it could come out deformed or something. But what the spell does is it changes Faith’s uterus and your...juices.” I chuckle at the blush and I hear Kennedy laugh in the other room. “Her body will be more willing to take in the genes of another, and your juices will be different, not exactly like a guy’s, but you’ll be able to create life, your DNA will swim up into Faith fertilize an egg, just like normal, except that your both women. I don’t know what you guys did when you had Mattie, ya know, position wise, and don’t tell me please, but you’ll just have to do that only opposite, ya know, ‘cause it’s Faith who’s going to be carrying the little baby.” Again Kennedy laughs. I’m going to go into that office and kick her ass. “You just have to make sure to get your juices into her.” Ok, I’d really like her to stop talking like I’m not in the room. But this is embarrassing for her so I’ll let it slide.


“But how will we know if it worked or not?” Buffy asks and I pay attention a little more. I heard a joke about my hair being blue and I didn’t find it very funny. I put the soda can down on the coffee table and then I see Red glarin at me. That’s weird, what the hell did I do? Then I follow her eyes to the soda and see that it’s not on a coaster. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. God, I’m so fucking whipped and not just by Buffy. Nope, but Red, not just as bad as I am with B. I pick up the soda can and smile at her a little and then put it down on the coaster. She relaxes and then starts to pet that little dog. Why would someone want a dog that small? I’ll never understand it. I mean, you can cuddle with a big dog, and they kind of keep ya warm, but little dogs? All they do is bark and run around being all small and annoying. Ankle biters, that’s all they are. Oh God, I can by the way Buffy’s lookin at it that she wants one. Look out Tucker, you might be gettin a little pest to bother you.


“Well, I was thinking one of two things would be easier. I could either change Faith’s tattoo color from black to...I don’t know just some other color, and when you’re pregnant it’ll go back to normal.” Change my tattoo color? She means this tattoo that I worked really hard to get because the guy doin it knew that I was underage? Ha, I’d like to see her try. I guess she knows that I’m not open to that idea, and I’m judgin that off of her nervous look. “Or I could create a small tattoo somewhere where only you would see.” I smile and give her a little wink and she blushes about three different shades. “Like on your stomach or I could put it on your back and Buffy’ll let you know when it goes away. ‘Cause it won’t go away until your pregnant. And I don’t mean you’ll have to wait a week or two like with the store bought pregnancy tests, I mean it’ll go away the instant the ovum becomes a zygote.” Huh? What in the what? Technical terms and me don’t really get along. I may have taken a health class in eighth grade but I wasn’t really paying attention too much.


“Um, yeah, that sounds good. Uh, ok.” I nod my head a couple of times and Buffy can tell that I’m a little confused so she rubs the back of my hand with her thumb in that reassuring way. “So, what will the tattoo look like?” I can’t help but want to know that. It’s going to be on my body after all. And it took me like four days to decide what the tattoo I have now would look like. Red smiles at me in that little way she does when she’s up to no good. I pick up the soda and take a little sip, but that turns into a gulp and soon I’m chugging at it again because I’m so damn nervous.


“I was thinking a little pink heart.” What! The liquid gets caught when my throat decides to close. I start to couch and the soda that was still in my mouth goes flying out in front of me, spraying Willow and the little dog. She jumps up screaming, I hear Kennedy laughing really hard in the background and then the crash when she falls over in her chair she’s laughing so hard at the thought of me with a pink heart shaped tattoo. Buffy starts to pat my back. I can’t breathe. Dammit Red, I wanted you to help me make a new life not take mine! I’m finally able to breath again and I have tears in my eyes I was deprived of oxygen for that long. Willow walks out of the bathroom, the little dog in one hand a washcloth in the other and she’s trying to get the soda off of the white and now brown speckled dog. I have to bite the insides of my cheeks not to laugh.


“Ok, so it won’t be pink or a heart...Wait. I have the perfect idea.” I don’t like that Cruella De Vil look that she’s giving me. I can’t help but get the feeling like she’s going to bash me on the head, skin me and then wear me as a coat. Hmm, I’d make one sexy coat. Anyway, she has me stand up and walk into her bedroom. Buffy was at our heels and she had me stand in front of the large floor length mirror. She had me take off my shirt and Kennedy came into the room to make sure that her girl wasn’t eyeing me up too much. Either that or she just wanted to check me out too. Nope, by her glare she’s making sure that Willow doesn’t get too frisky. I really hope she doesn’t have to touch any...private places with this spell, ‘cause I haven’t trimmed a certain area in a couple of days and it’s gettin a little unruly down there.


But it’s nothing like that. All she’s doin is putting her hand over my stomach, her palm over my bellybutton and it kind of tickles a little bit. I look down and this white lights starts to glow out of her hand and it feels like my body is absorbing it or something. Great, I’m not only a slayer, far from a normal girl and now I’m more absorbent then the leading brand. Ha, I am one silly bitch. Anyway, I start to feel really fuckin weird after she’s done with her little mojo trick. Kind of like if I don’t have something inside of me, Buffy’s tongue is the first thing on my mind, I just might fucking die. And on my stomach, well my ribs I guess, right below my right breast is a tattoo of a little heart with a stake through it, like the one I drew when Buffy was takin that test and I got her to skip it to go slay. Ah, the good old days. Anyway, I put my shirt back on because they’re all starting to look at me weird because my skin is turning red because I’m getting so worked up just standing here. Willow puts her hand over Buffy’s abdomen and I watch her a little closer. Buffy’s mine and as soon as we get home I’m gonna prove it. Whatever Red did to her must be worst then what she did to me ‘cause she’s havin a hard time standing she’s so fucking horny.


“Kennedy, will you walk with them to their house and bring Matt back here? They’re going to need some alone grown up time and I don’t think it would be right to just leave him there to listen to it because not even Giles has the funds to pay for that therapy bill.” I would laugh because I know she’s right but I can’t. I’m too busy looking at Buffy, smelling her wetness, wanting nothing more but to lick her right now. Oh, and just to let you know, we’re not bad parents, we have the neighbor girl watching him while we’re here. Hmm, she is watching him and we never said when we’d be back, we just said in a couple hours. We weren’t sure how long the spell would take. I look over at Willow and Kennedy’s bed. Nicely made, dark blue comforter with matching pillowcases, I think the sheet is a lighter blue, but I’m not sure. And it’s a queen sized, plenty of room to move around. Buffy follows my gaze and then we look into each other’s eyes. Her darken a little more at just the thought of what she knows I’m about to do.


“Out now!” I yell and grab Buffy by the waist. She doesn’t fight against me, doesn’t say a word as I claim her lips with mine. I throw her onto the bed and jump on top of her. I can hear Willow and Kennedy yelling at us but if they don’t get out of this room and soon then they’re about to get a show because I’m not stopping now, and I know that Buffy can’t either. They finally leave after I tear off Buffy’s shirt and throw it across the room. My mouth finds hers and the kiss is almost violent it’s filled with so much need and desire. This is pure animal want, nothing loving or gentle about it. She rips off my pants and instantly dives in. She slides her hand into my panties and enters me with two fingers. I moan out and arch my back more into her. I feel my breasts press up against hers through the cloth of her bra and my shirt and bra. This isn’t enough though. I need to feel all of her, and right now before I go insane. I rip off her bra and then her pants. I guess we’re going to be borrowing Ken and Red’s clothes because when I say the word rip I don’t just mean that we’re taking the clothes off quickly, I mean we’re literally tearing the fabric off of our bodies and then just tossing it to the floor.


I rip off her panties and then mine. I grab onto her wrist and take her fingers out of me. I spread her legs and press my clit up against hers. We both moan out at the feeling and I instantly start a fast and hard rhythm. I can feel our wetness mixing together, becoming one essence as we rock against each other. She claws my back and I cry out at the pain mixed with pleasure. She’s never done that before. Maybe it’s because we’re so worked up, I don’t know. I feel her reach down between our bodies, her fingers become coated with our ‘juices’, as Willow put it, and then she enters me again. I hiss out a breath and start to pump my hips harder, if it’s possible. I open my eyes, when the hell did they close? Anyway, I look down at her and I can see in her eyes that she’s so desperate for some kinda release. I can’t really do anything my mind is so damn fuzzy and my limbs aren’t working very well right now, I can barely hold myself up. I do move my hips around a little, manipulating her hand so that her knuckles will rub against her clit when she pulls out to thrust back in me.


“Oh God, B.” I whisper into her ear. I give it a little kiss and she shudders. “I’m so close, just one more. I’m about ready to pop, Buffy. Just one more, please, please.” It’s rare that I beg but I really need it and I know that she gets off on it, sort of. She does as I ask and inserts a third finger inside of me. I moan loudly and ride her harder. Less then a minute later I’m screaming out and coming for all I’m worth. I collapse down on top of her and just seeming me come throws her over the edge too. I’m shaking and quivering and I can feel the emotions inside of me start to do nasty things to my body. The tears just start coming out, I can’t even finish enjoying my orgasm before I turn into a total girl. I feel her wrap her arms around me but she’s still too spent to get a good hold on me. I wrap my arms tightly around her and bury my face in neck. I hate it when I get like this. When she’s able to move again she softly stroke my sweat-matted hair.


“I hope we’re not like that the entire time. I mean, until the spell wears off. ‘Cause the people at the grocery store already look at us weird, I don’t think they’ll want to watch us have sex right in the middle of the store. Well, at least not all of them.” I smile at the comment. She’s right, if Red fixed it so that we’re like this the entire time…I don’t think we’ll be leaving this bed. But then I remember that we’re in Willow and Kennedy’s bed. Eww. I cannot believe we lost control like that. We just kicked them out of their own…who cares? I sure as hell don’t. Not when Buffy is starting to rub my back in that soft way that I love. “We better go. I’m sure Willow wants to get in here and clean as soon as she can.” I laugh a little and then sit up. She starts toying with my hair, twirling it in her fingers and lightly tugging on it. Oh great, looks like we won’t be leaving after all.


“B, we don’t have any clothes.” She sits up and looks around the room. She frowns when she sees the torn clothes just lying there. Then she looks over at me and gently rubs the spot below my right breast. I can feel her outlining the tattoo that Willow put on me. It’s still there, I can feel it. Either we didn’t make one this time or it just takes a while for Buffy’s juices to swim up me. Ha, Red is somethin else when she’s nervous. There’s a little knock on the door and then it opens and Kennedy’s arm can be seen through the small opening. She drops a pile of clothes on the floor and then closes it without saying anything. Well, guess that solves the problem about the clothes. “Come on, let’s get outta here.” I give her a little kiss and get up off of the bed. I can feel her eyes on me as I get dressed, but that’s nothing new. We can’t seem to keep our eyes off of each other. Never have been able to.


I hear her move around a little and I hand her her clothes. She takes them but she has this far off look in her eyes. The corner of her mouth curls up into a little crooked smile. I wonder what she’s thinking about. I sit down on the bed and put my socks and shoes back on. I don’t even remember taking them off. Buffy still has one of her socks on, well it’s half on most of it is hanging off of her foot. I smile a little bit at the sight. After I’m fully dressed I go over to the large mirror and fix my hair up a little. I’m not even going to try and salvage the make-up. I wipe off the lipstick smudges and then turn around a look at Buffy. She’s still zoning out a little, only her expression is a little darker. I snap my fingers a couple of times to get her attention and she looks into my eyes. I give her a questioning gaze and she looks down at her legs, avoiding my eyes. That’s never good.


“I was just thinking about our very first kiss.” Aw, that. Why is she thinking about that now? I shake my head a little bit and sit down on the foot of the bed. She doesn’t move, she just sits there staring at her naked thighs. Where did those bruises come from? I guess we got a little rougher then I thought. “Afterwards I remember feeling so...high. Like I had taken some type of drug. It was incredible.” I shake my head again, why is she thinking about all of this now? The way she’s making it sound and the way I’m acting you’re probably wondering what the fuck? But you don’t understand the circumstances. Our very first kiss wasn’t at her doorstep of that apartment, it was back in Sunnydale when we were still teenagers. “I just wish that things hadn’t been so insane at the time. Maybe it would have worked out better.” Yeah, maybe.


I remember that night perfectly well myself. I got dressed up and everything, nice dress, I put my hair up, did my make-up a little different, wore heels for God sakes. She had told me about that Scott guy and how he dumped her right before the fuckin dance, and then I see him with some tramp. So I took care of that. All of it I did for her. But she doesn’t show. Turns out some vamp set up this ‘slayer fest’ or some shit like that. And because it wasn’t her fault I wasn’t mad that she didn’t get there on time and that when she did show she looked like hell. I remember watching her leave, she looked so...tired and disappointed because she didn’t win homecoming.


So I followed her out. She was sitting in the quad, on a stone bench. I walked up to her and sat down next to her. Some of her hair had fallen loose so I brushed it behind her ear. She looked up at me, some tears glistening her eyes. I knew that look, it was one of those ‘I almost died tonight and it’s all because I’m a slayer’. I couldn’t stand to see her like that. All of that emotion that only I understood...I couldn’t take it. I wanted to make her feel better, I needed to. I leaned in and gently brushed my lips up against hers. She kissed me back and for a few seconds I knew I was in heaven. But then she pulled away, and apologized because we couldn’t be together because not only is she not gay but she’s with Angel. I think that’s when things started to go a little sour between us. I kept trying to show her how fun she could have with me, instead of always being around broody Angel, but it didn’t work, I almost got her killed a couple times. And then everything with the mayor happened and here we are today. But that doesn’t sound so bad. The here we are part, I mean.


“I think all of that shit was supposed to happen.” She looks up at me, surprised. I don’t really believe in destiny or anything like that. I think a person controls what they’re going to do. All of these years of being a slayer and I still don’t really believe in it. Well, it’s sort of hard to explain. I don’t think that every little thing happens for a reason, but the big things, the murder, siding with the mayor, and all of that I think it was supposed to happen. Because if we didn’t go through that stuff then we wouldn’t be here today. “It was only after all of the shit that I put you through that you realized you loved me. So if I hadn’t done all those things you might still be with Angel, or Beef Stick. And I know what you mean about the kiss, it was pretty amazing.” I smile at her and she smiles back. I lean in and just when our lips are about to touch Willow interrupts.


“You two better not be having sex again! Get dressed and go back to your place. I may have set the spell a little too strong but now that you got most of it out of your system you should be fine!” Sometimes I think Red exists only to annoy me.


BPOV


We’re finally doing this. God it feels so good. We really needed to do this. I was going to go crazy if we didn’t. All of the hassle...it was just getting to be way too much. Ask Faith, she’ll tell you how pissed off I would get. I’d slam stuff around and cuss. Oh yeah, it got pretty bad. But now things are going to be so much better. And it’s really pretty too. Matches the kitchen perfectly, and it’s really quiet. Not like the old one that was loud and hardly ever worked. Finally I can do a load of dishes without having to take them out and then hand wash them to get off all of the spots. A new dishwasher, why didn’t we do this sooner?


I walk back into the living room after loading the brand new dishwasher and sit down on the couch. Faith wraps her arms around me and Matthew rests his head in my lap as we all settle in to watch some T.V. See, this is how a Friday night should be. I love this, I really do. Just cuddling with my family, propping my feet up on the coffee table and watching some nice entertainment. I have no idea what it is but I don’t care, I’m not really paying attention to it anyway. I’m too busy nuzzling Faith’s neck to pay attention to anything else. I give her neck a little kiss before I finally just rest my head on her shoulder. She shifts in her seat a little. Aw, I made her a little mad. She wants me to keep showering her with attention. She’s been getting plenty of it though.


In the mornings she takes Mattie to school while I clean up a little around the house. I try to get as much housework done while she’s gone because as soon as she gets back we jump back into bed and ravish each other. I pay extra attention to her even though I get pretty worked up. We’ve been trying but that tattoo is still there. I thought it was kind of cute at first but now it’s just mocking me. We both want to have a baby so bad, why can’t we? I know we’re both women so normally it would be impossible to have our own, but we have magic on our side. Not just any magic, but the magic of a demigoddess. Why isn’t it working? Is her body just that stubborn? Willow said that her body is supposed to be more opened to taking in someone else’s DNA and she changed something in me so that I can fertilize one of Faith’s eggs as gross as that sounds. I can’t help but feel like I’ve gotten my hopes up and now it isn’t going to work.


When the show is over Matthew goes into the bathroom and brushes his teeth. He’s been doing really good about things like that lately. He’s been more...responsible, especially for a five-year-old. We’ve decided that we’re going to wait until Faith is already pregnant before we tell him that we want to have a baby. We’re not too sure why we just think that would be best. Sometimes it’s amazing how much we don’t know. We have no clue what we’re doing. We just go day by day pretending to have a fucking clue about how to raise a child. We have the basics down: feed him, keep him clean, keep him safe, send him to school, make sure he’s happy. But what about the rest? What are we supposed to do when he’s fourteen and rebelling against us? Do we give him some slack or make him stay in his bedroom? I don’t like to think that far ahead because I get freaked out so I just try to live mostly in the ‘now’, like I have been since I became a slayer. When you aren’t expected to live passed twenty-one or so it’s kind of pointless to make plans. I’m breaking of those old habits though. I have a nice future to look forward to, especially since I will soon be Mrs. Buffy Summers Lehane. I’m really excited but we want to wait a little bit.


I’ve decided that it’s going to be a spring wedding because that’s when all of the flowers are blooming and things are starting to come back to life. Rebirth, reformation that’s sort of the theme that I want. A new start with a new life, a life as a wife. Hey that rhymed. I still haven’t decided on everything. I have plenty of time. We want to wait until after Faith has the baby, maybe when the baby is a little older, like one or two, I’m not sure. That’s if she ever gets pregnant. I look down at her stomach and furrow my brow a little bit. There will be a baby growing in there soon. Mark my words, she will carry our child. I reach over and gently rub her stomach a little bit. I can’t wait for her to get the bump. It’s going to be so cute.


I remember when I got the bump when I was pregnant with Matthew, we could be cuddling together either in bed or on the couch and I would be nuzzling her neck and she would be rubbing my back and my stomach at the same time. And when I started to get bigger she would gently lay her head against my stomach and be really quiet and she would be able to hear the heartbeat. The look on her face when she heard it for the first time...I can’t even describe it. She looked like she was in total awe, and a little surprised. And when I was seven months pregnant she started talking to my stomach. She would gently rest her head on my belly and look up at me while she talked to our baby. We thought that we were going to have a girl so she just called it ‘girly’. That was going to be her nickname for the baby, I just knew it. But we got Matthew and I couldn’t be anymore happier with the results. I would like Faith to have a girl though. I love my son don’t get me wrong, but I want to play dress up, and put her hair back in little bows and have tea parties, ya know, all of the girly stuff.


I look over towards the hallway when I hear Matthew walk out of the bathroom and go into his bedroom. He turns on the light and closes the door. I look over at the T.V., when did we start watching Lost? God, I don’t like this show either. I guess I’m more of a movie gal then a television girl. But whatever. It doesn’t matter what we watch as long as I’m wrapped up in the arms of my love. And if Matthew were here it would make is so much better. Cuddling with your kids is great, I love it, especially when I hold him and then she holds the both of us. I love feeling sandwiched like that. We hear Matthew scream and before we can react he’s running towards us.


“Mmmmooommmmyyyyyyy!” he screams and jumps into my lap. He wraps his arms around my neck very tightly and if I weren’t a slayer he’d probably we choking me right now. I start to make some soft shushing sounds, trying to get him to calm down. He sits up in my lap and then crawls down. He grabs me by the hand and starts to pull on me. I get up and ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t say anything. He leads me into his bedroom, Faith at my heels. We all walk into the room and I look around. What is wrong? I don’t see anything out of place. He’s pulled out half of his pajamas and they’re laying on the floor, but other then that nothing looks out of place. “There’s a spider on my bed.”


We all look over to the bed and sitting in the middle of it is a really big spider. It’s brown and hairy and about the size of a quarter. Spiders don’t bother me. I’ll just get a glass and a something solid that I can carry, like a notebook or something and let it go outside. It moves, turns so it’s looking at us, at least I think it’s looking at us, and what do the two babies of the family do? They both scream and run away. Since when is Faith afraid of spiders? You learn something new everyday, I guess. I roll my eyes and walk into the kitchen. The two babies are standing on top of my couch. I just had that thing cleaned. I get a glass and pull out the cookie sheet that we never use because it’s really old and we have a better one.


I go back into the bedroom and quickly put the cup over the spider and then slide it onto the cookie sheet. I could just go out to the backdoor and let him go out back, but where’s the fun in that? With this newfound knowledge of Faith’s arachnophobia I walk into the living room and watch as they run away back away from me. Faith falls off the couch and lands right on her ass. I laugh so hard that I almost drop the cookie sheet. I roll my eyes at the way they’re acting, it’s just a spider. I let it go out front and then put the stuff in the sink. Like I’m going to put it back in the cupboards with the clean dishes, nope, don’t think so.


Now that all of the excitement has died down it’s time for bed. I’m not really tired but I don’t want to be up anymore. I just feel like lying down, making zone out for a little while. We put Matthew to bed after we search the rest of the room to make sure that there are no spiders. We give him his goodnight kisses and hugs and then we leave the room. Faith closes the door and I turn around and wrap my arms around her waist. I rest my head on her shoulder and just hug her close to me. She wraps her arms around my back and just holds me. It feels so good to be in her arms like this, you have no idea how good this feels. And you never will because she’s mine. I pull back first and give her a little kiss on the lips and then walk off to the bedroom and get ready for bed.


I yawn really wide as I lay under the comfy comforter. I watch as she walks into the bedroom, she just brushed her teeth so she’ll have that minty fresh taste to her. I don’t like that flavor a whole lot, I don’t know why, I just don’t. I watch as she changes into her pajamas. For some reason it’s a little warm tonight so she wears black bikini style underwear and a black spaghetti strap shirt. She usually wears a large baggy shirt and then nothing under it, but whatever. I like this better because it doesn’t hide her very sexy body from me. I smile to myself as she stretches her arms high above her head and pops her back a little. She yawns and then crawls under the covers. She turns out her light and then turns and faces me. She leans in and places a small kiss on my lips and then pulls back and looks into my eyes. I smile a little and then curl up in her arms. I love falling asleep like this, it’s just so comfortable. I fall asleep to the sounds of her rhythmic breathing, perfectly content with this moment.


I wake up when I feel something pushing on my shoulder. I open my eyes and see that I’m facing the window of my bedroom. I must’ve rolled out of Faith’s arms in my sleep. We fall asleep in each other’s arms almost every night but it’s rare that we wake up that way. We move too much in our sleep to stay like that. I move around a little bit, someone please make the shaking stop! Then the very rude person or thing or whatever, grabs onto my shoulder and rolls me over onto my back. I look up through my hazy vision and see Faith looking down on me. Her breathing is shallow and fast, her skin is really warm and now that I’m a little more awake I can smell her arousal. She must’ve had a sex dream or something and woke up really horny.


She kisses me but it’s really sloppy on my part, but that’s ok with her. She crawls on top of me pulls down my underwear, hers are already gone. I spread my legs for her and we kiss again as she lowers herself onto of me. I hiss out a breath of pleasure when I feel our clits touch. How can something so simple feel so damn good? She starts rocking against me and I wrap my arms around her back. As her thrusts get harder and faster I gently claw her back and bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning out. I reach down with one hand and slowly put it between our bodies. I hear her moan and then hiss when my hand reaches our dripping sexes. My fingers get coated in our mixed arousal as I enter her with two fingers. She groans and starts pumping harder.


I circle her sanative clit with my thumb and just when she starts to tremble I press down really hard. She lasts maybe ten seconds before she gasps out loudly and bites her lips to keep from screaming as she collapses on top of me. Her inner walls are still convulsing around my fingers and I keep pumping inside of her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as possible. She kisses my neck a couple of times and then I feel her fingers start to work their way through my trim pubic hair. It isn’t long before I have to bite down on her shoulder to keep from yelling out as I’m thrown into bliss. We kiss each other one last time and then fall asleep again, completely sated and loving our lives.


/I walk through the front door and find that my house, my lovely house that was so clean and tidy when I left this morning, is now a disaster area. There are toys all over the place, on the floor, on the couches and chairs, the kitchen table…everywhere. I walk towards my bedroom, stepping either around or over the annoying plastic and cloth playthings and it’s only when I reach the kitchen when I start to hear signs of life. There’s laughing and some yelling and then a high-pitched squeal. God, she really does have a set of lungs on her, doesn’t she?


I put my purse down on the dresser and change out of my work clothes and into some nice comfortable loose fitting jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I slip on some flip-flops and walk out onto the deck in our backyard. I watch as they play and I can’t help but smile. We did good, I’ll admit that. We did really good. I watch as she pitches him the baseball and he swings the bat as hard as he can. He’s going to have to stop doing that because of the slayer strength, the neighbors have already complained twice because of broken windows. But he misses and she starts laughing. I shake my head a little but I don’t say anything. Sometimes she can be really mean to him, but he can hold his own. He’s starting to get very frustrated with her and I know that if I don’t step in then there will be a huge fight like there was last time.


“Addison, you be nice to your brother.” I call out and she looks over at me. She frowns at first but then her eyes light up and she runs towards me. She jumps into my arms and gives me a big hug. Always the little suck up, but I guess that just comes with the whole ‘baby of the family’ package. She gives me a little kiss on the cheek and then I set her down on the ground. I look into the light brown eyes of her, nothing like Faith or Matthew’s. They’re more of a cross between both Faith and me. Addison looks a lot morel like me then Matthew does, which is kinda cool I guess. Her hair is as dark as Faith’s but her face looks more like mine, she’s slimmer, dainty, just like I was when I was little. But she’s a little she-devil at times. I used to think that Matthew was hard to handle when he was little because he was so hyper and always breaking my table lamps, but those were accidents. When this little one turned two and learned that because of her very strong slayer abilities she could climb up onto the couch and break the lamps and then climb back down and we would just assume that it was Matthew and start to yell at him and we thought that he was just blaming her so he wouldn’t get into trouble. That went on for about a month before Faith caught her.


“I missed you, Mommy.” I missed you too kid. She can be a pain but she’s sweet and after she learned that it’s not nice to break stuff and blame it on other people she’s usually very well intentioned. Usually. “Mama’s been sick all day, and we’re bored.” She whines a lot, but I guess that’s just because she’s a girl. I used to whine a lot too. I glance at the backdoor and I feel a lot of sympathy for Faith. “She’s been sleeping a lot and she threw up a couple of times. It was gross.” I shake my head a little and then give her a little kiss on the forehead.


Then everything fades away and goes completely white. Then I’m standing in the playground, by the merry-go-round, it’s daylight, maybe the afternoon, I’m not sure. There’s no one around, only me. Then I hear laughter off in the distance. I start to walk towards the sounds, into the woods and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to walk into a trap or something. But it’s no trap, just a clearing in the trees and bushes. There’s a large picnic blanket and I see myself and Faith sitting on it, and pulling the food out of the basket. Matthew is sitting next to us and just like before he’s older, twelve maybe thirteen. The little girl, Addison, is sitting next to Faith, leaning up against her and waiting for us to serve lunch. There’s a light-hearted and very calm vibe about the whole thing. And it looks like Faith finally opens up to the idea of a picnic in the park. I try to walk closer to them but then everything fades out./


I wake up and stretch out. That was a strange dream. I wonder if it was a slayer dream, and if it was, is that our little girl? The sun is shining a little too brightly for my liking. I feel around for Faith but she isn’t in the bed. I hate waking up alone. I get out of bed and walk down the hall to the bathroom. Faith’s in the shower but when we’ve lived with someone for seven years peeing in the same room as they’re showering isn’t a big deal. I walk over to the sink and wash my hands when I’m done and then dry my hands on the little towel hanging from the towel rack on the wall. I grab my toothbrush and start to brush my teeth. I usually don’t use toothpaste, I don’t like the taste of it. I finish brushing my teeth and rinse out my mouth and then my toothbrush. I put it back in the little holder thingy and watch as Faith gets out of the shower. She knows that I’m watching and waiting so she puts on a little show for me. She slowly sticks out only one leg from behind the shower curtain, it sort of reminds me of Jessica Rabbit from ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’. Ever seen that movie? It’s really funny, you should see it.


She slowly steps out from behind the curtain, making sure to arch her back a little so that the water runs down her body a little slower. I laugh a little and shake my head at the way she’s acting, she knows that she’s being a little over the top and has a goofy smile on her face, but the sight of a very dripping wet and naked Faith is starting to turn me on a little. Seriously, I think there’s something wrong with us. It’s almost like we’re still hormonal teenagers with the way we still want each other so much and all the time. Well not all the time, when we fight I don’t want her to touch me. Although I do think she’s kind of sexy when she’s mad. And I cannot believe that I just admitted that to you. Tell no one, because if she finds out her ego will be boosted so high, like, through the fucking roof. You see, she’s a bad influence on me. I never used to cuss this much. I let my eyes wonder her body and I notice that something is a little off. It takes me a couple of minutes to figure out but once I do I rush at her and start kissing her madly. She’s surprised and backs up a little bit, breathing heavy and looking at me weird.


“The tattoo is gone.” She looks down but she wouldn’t be able to see it even if it were still there. She walks over to the mirror and wipes away the steam that collected on it. She looks at herself for a few seconds, focusing on the spot where the tattoo was. She turns around and wraps her arms around me and hugs me tightly. “We need to go to the doctor this weekend though. Nothing is official until you get a blood test, so lets not get our hopes too high up.” She pulls back and frowns a little bit. I smile and kiss her softly and then pull back. “I’m not trying to be a parade rainer but we need to be rational about it. And with that said; I can’t believe we’re having another baby!” I squeal and I hug her again. I can’t believe it. We’re going to have another little baby that we can hold and kiss and play with and love. I can’t wait to get it officially confirmed so that we can tell Matthew. He’s going to be so excited. Oh, and I need to tell Dawn, and Willow. Willow will tell Kennedy so that’s killing two birds with one stone. I need to tell Xander! He’s going to be excited too. He loves little kids, surprisingly. But they can wait until later. I want to spend as much time with Faith as possible. I can’t believe we’re going to have another baby!