Ups and Downs
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and etc… all own the rights to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and "Angel". No copyright infringement is intended.
A/N: Hey there, this is FalseFaith (or ForgedFaith if someone else takes my username). Anyway, this little fan fiction is purely a bunch of one-shots. Maybe if one of them has potential, I'll turn it into something longer. But yes, this is my series of one-shots on Fuffy being like any other couple: No real plots. Make sure you read the "setting" for each chapter because it will be pretty random. Remember to feed the ego with comments.
Warning: Beta-less. Which means typos.
Title: Heroes
Setting: Post-Chosen; a few years later. But Fuffy have been a couple for awhile now.
Rating: T – For curse words.
Faith's POV
Being in the same room as her, surrounded by pure silence, is suffocating me. I'm getting antsy and every time I open my damn mouth to say 'sorry', she just glares and I know I should shut up. In any case, every word would be easily ignored if I were to speak at this moment. We've been fighting for the last 30 minutes and there's only so much I can do to try to say 'sorry'.
B is just super pissed off at me right now and refuses to open her stubborn ass mouth to say anything.
I need to leave this area even if it's for a second. Just to breathe. But I know that the minute I walk out of the room that she will get angry that I didn't stay by her side. I need to do something; basking myself in a tension-filled room is never my idea of fun not even if it's with someone I could stare at for hours. I don't have to look at her to know that her eyes are burning holes through me; the heat is emanating itself off my skull.
Her glares are deadly and I'm now at the mercy of them.
"Ya shouldn't be so mad at me B." I pull myself away from the situation to head over to our small kitchen. "I'm gonna put some grub together for dinner, I hope you'll join me."
I get no response from her except for an extension on the pout and furrowed brows she already had on. Sighing loud enough for her to hear, she finally looks up at me. I give the sweetest smile I can muster up and for a split second I can see one forming on the corners of her lips. Of course that is until she realizes her own actions. Only then does the frown come back and all signs of a smile vanish. Bringing my focus back to what I originally was in the kitchen for I reheat the leftovers that we had from the night before. The microwave does its job rather quickly and I think it's hot enough, so I place the Chinese food on two separate dishes and take the meal into the living room. I know that she's not budging from the couch to join me at the dining table.
Sitting down near B, I'm close but not exactly next to her, another person could fill the empty space between us. Handing B the plate, a part of me is scared that she will grab it and chuck the hot food back at me. Even though I know she wouldn't do that, there's always a little voice in my head that tells me to 'Evade' when B's mad. However, I hold the plate in front of her for a few seconds and am simply met with rejection. Shrugging her actions off I place the plate on the coffee table directly in front of her.
"Have it your way B. But this stuff is damn good." The sounds from a TV feel like mighty good company at the moment. I look around for the remote and spot it next to B's butt on the side farthest from me. Just my luck; get past the dragon to get the loot. "Can you hand me the clicker?"
I take her silence as a 'no' and lean over her to grab the remote myself. I'm close to her ear so I take the risk of placing a small kiss on it. There is no reaction from her though. But I guess it's better than getting shoved away or having her tell me to 'go away'. Moving back to my plate of food, I turn on the TV and flip it to the local news. There's nothing interesting that's happening but I watch it anyway. It takes about two news segments and I'm finished with my food faster than I anticipated. Still hungry, I notice that B had yet to touch her plate, so I help myself to it. What's the point of wasting some wickedly good food, right?
I can hear a huff of anger as I take the plate from the table and I can't help but smile. "Ya sure ya don't want any B?"
Again with the silence, it is still here. So I move in closer to her, our thighs are snug against each other now. Turning my body to face her, I lift the plate of food up to our noses. She looks at it and I can see a glimmer of desire behind her stare. However, her gaze catches onto mine again. Stubbornly she glares and clamps her mouth together tightly. She's acting like a baby, but I think this side of her is cute in an odd way. It wasn't something that I even knew existed before we began dating, it's something that not many people get to see. Even though it can be whiney, childish, and somewhat annoying at times, it's all mine and I like having a side of B that I don't have to share. Call me selfish or whatever, but I like it. So bite me.
Holding my position, I lift a single strand of noodle and suck it in slowly. With every strand I lick my lips and fingers after to clean the slight mess left behind. Moaning with pleasure as I do this, I shut my eyes and enjoy the taste. I know that B wants to slap the smug look off my face; I can feel the wave of energy roll off of her.
"You might as well have sex with the food Faith."
"Ha! Ya opened your yap. I knew that ya'd say somethin'." The smile quickly disappears and I freaking regret that I called her out on talking. "B, please don't. I'm sorry about what I said and did. I don't mean it." I place the food down again now that the little game is over.
"That's a lie. I know you mean it." She's right, but I was telling the truth about being sorry. "And you're only sorry because at this rate you're not having sex tonight."
"That's what you think." I give her the smirk that she can't resist. However she's doing just fine at the moment with resisting it, so I guess I better work on that.
"And how do you plan to make that happen? Because I'm not giving you any of this." Her hands gesture her entire body.
"Oh I don't need your permission."
"Excuse me?"
"Just hold on a sec." I lick my lips and quickly close my eyes in front of her. "All in the head baby."
My hands start to roam my body as I lean back into the couch to make myself more comfortable. I can't tell what her reaction is but I start moaning and panting her name as if we're having sex. A part of me wants to open my eyes to check on my girl, to see her response; however this is too funny to stop. I know a part of her has got to enjoy this.
The next thing I know I feel something clash against my lips. My eyes snap open.
"A pillow? That kinda hurt." She's giggling now and I can tell that her anger has washed away. Knowing that it's safe for me to pull her closer, I lightly tug at her waist to place her on my lap. I pout at her and she keeps her smile on this time. "I think I bit my lip when ya hit me with the pillow. Is it swellin' up?" I pout harder as her hands cup my face gently.
"I don't think so you big baby." Giving a pout to match mine, she places a soft kiss on my lips. It's taking a lot of willpower to stop myself from devouring her at this moment, but I manage for the tender moment. Yeah, that's right, I like the damn tender moments now. I'm a closeted-softy because of her, but this doesn't change the fact that I'll kick anybody's ass for pointing it out.
"I'm the baby? We both know you're the one being a baby B."
"Shut up."
"Hey. You know I meant all those sorries I said before… Sorry bout sayin' that Superman's a douchebag, k?"
"Good. Because he would totally kick Batman's ass."
"No he would not." I'm starting to get the feeling of déjà vu and boy do I hate it.
"Yes he would." Her body gets tense on top of me and I can tell she's beginning to boil again. "Man of steel. Earth to Faith, but Batman's little bat toys wouldn't be able to scratch him. Anyway, how ridiculous is it to model yourself after a bat? It's like a second-rate vampire. Big badass man of mystery was too scared to go through with the bite."
"Whoa there." I stand up and she moves off of me in time to avoid falling on the floor in front of us. Hardwood is a pain in the ass to fall on. "Second-rate vampire? At least my hero doesn't wear a stupid ass outfit that has flamboyant gay boy stamped all over it. It screams for attention, just like you. And also, the wuss can die from a goddamn ROCK!"
"It's KRYPTONITE! And no, I don't scream for attention!"
"Oh, give me a break. It's a green rock with a fancy name. One shot of that and he's no better than dead weight. And yes you do. Look at what you're doing B."
"Whatever F!" She emphasizes the F to push at my buttons more. The girl sure knows how to get under my skin and jab me from the inside… repeatedly…with a small, pointy, pocket-knife that only annoys the shit out of me.
"Also, someone needs to tell him what a real disguise is. 'Cause Farm-boy sure as hell didn't get the memo that thick-framed glasses don't hide your freakin' face. Especially when your superhero identity doesn't own a mask to wear and hides behind a pigtail shaped bang!"
"Well he doesn't deserve this." She pulls her figurine of Superman out of thin air and shoves it in my face. I can clearly see the faint words of 'OWNED' that I had scribbled on it earlier. I can't help but smirk at my work a little and I know it's not helping the situation.
"Ugh. You're impossible." She folds her arms and sinks into our couch.
"No B, you're impossible."
"Great come back. Did it take your entire slayer brain to come up with it?" I start to pace around the room in frustration.
"Why do you have to do that?"
"Do what?"
"Take somethin' like this fuckin' stupid ass fight, that shouldn't even be a fight, and turn it around to insult my intelligence. Aren't we both acting like we're 5 right now?"
"I guess." I see her body relax itself and she mutters an apology. I'm barely able to catch it even with my heightened slayer abilities.
"Damn B, I was just messin' with your little toy earlier… how come you're so fuckin' mad at me? What's the real reason? Hit me, I can take it. Big girl here B." She doesn't exactly look at me in my eyes and I know that what I said was right.
"Lemme take a jab at this. Um… Is it 'cause I didn't clean any plates for the week that you were gone?" She just simply shakes her head and has this amusing face of disgust.
"Is it 'cause I threw my clothes all over our bed this morning and didn't put it back?" She continues to shake her head and doesn't look at me.
"I flirted with someone and didn't even realize I was doin' it?" Again with the silence; I really wish she'd say something. "We could end this little guessin' game if ya jumped in at any time B."
"I think I rather enjoy watching you dig yourself into a hole."
"Heh. Guess I'm not making a great case as to why you should continue dating me." I move back over to the couch and plop myself next to her.
"As hard as it is to believe, I think I'm dating you purely for your body." She sends a weak smile my way and I give her one in return.
"C'mon, is that really hard to believe? I mean, if I wasn't me, and I saw me walkin' around town… unlike you Ms. Summers I would have pounced this ass the night we met outside the Bronze."
"It's not like you pounced my ass that night. Was mine not good enough for you?"
"Nah, it was and still is plenty good for me." I tilt my head to the side to try and get a good view of her butt. However, I much as I would like to at the moment, I can't just shrug off the situation with B. "But seriously, why are you so mad?"
She looks away from me and I hear her mumble something that sound nothing like words. Closing the gap that's between us, I carefully place my hands on her shoulders and move her to face me.
"B, can you please repeat that so that I can decipher your words?"
"I'm mad because you- you didn't invite me to go bowling." There's a stupid smile on my face and I can't stop the laughter bellowing from my stomach.
"Are you serious B?"
"It's not that funny… okay maybe the situation is a little silly when I say it out loud. But you didn't invite me to go bowling."
"Ya said would hang out with Dawn babe."
"Well, it's not just this time. It's every time. You never ask me to come with. An invite would have been nice for a change."
"But I figured that ya'd hate it. Drunk assholes, a game you don't enjoy, and a bowling alley that's questionable even for me. I really didn't think ya would want ta go."
"Well, I wouldn't have gone. I just wanted an invite."
"I see. Well, I'm sorry that I made you mad. Next time I go to a crappy bowling alley that is completely unsanitary, you'll be the first person I invite. Now, if you want- only if you want- let me make it up to you."
"Really now? You plan on building a time machine and going back into the past to invite me?"
"Nah, I can't do that. My slayer brain can't even come up with a good enough come back, how do ya expect me to do somethin' like that?" She cringes at my words and I plant a small kiss on her forehead to let her know that I'm not angry with her. "But for the next 24 hours I can make your future a little brighter by being your personal sex slave."
"I see."
"Mmmhmm. Win-win situation B. The way I see it, we can't change the past, so why don't we make sure the future is better?"
"I think you're right. You might just be getting some of this tonight."
"C'mon, let's go. Clock's tickin' B." I immediately start to pull her to our bedroom.
"Not so fast. I'm eating first! You had most of my dinner tonight."
"Seriously B? Eatin' is for the weak."
"Guess you wouldn't be open to tasting me later then."
"Whoa. Okay now. I didn't mean it that way. But you're cuttin' into our 24 hours of fun though."
"Consider this my foreplay."
"When I say foreplay is torturous, at least it's in a good touchy way. This is just wrong. Actually, nah. It's evil. You're evil."
"Who's the baby now F?"
She was right, it was my turn to frown and pout. And I plan to do this until she's finishes her meal.