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Chapter Sixteen – Stay Out of My Head
Faith moved closer, just in case the kids might hear. "I saw it. What happened."
"What do you mean?" Even he couldn't quite remember in his fog of pain.
"You don't remember?"
"Not exactly."
"How many times have you dreamed about Angel and Cordy dying?"
Well at least it was a blood and gore one and not an erotic one she asked about. Although he certainly didn't want her analyzing his dreams. "Fairly often."
Faith took his hand and squeezed. What was it with women wanting to hold his hand like he was a child? He pulled it away abruptly. Faith looked down and took a deep breath.
"Do you want me to tell you what I saw?"
"Yes. We do need to compare notes as they say."
Dinner was forgotten. He'd eaten enough for now.
"You and Angel were fighting to get Cordy out of that hospital. You were practically surrounded. He pushed you through a door, out of the way and some bastard staked him. Didn't see it happen, so you just have to assume. You know, the kicker was how he did it. Went right through Cordy. Glad you blew the mother fucker's head off."
Wesley hadn't taken a breath until Faith stopped talking. She just looked down at him from her stance to the ratty mattress and waited. She had seen it all. Every last frame.
"Sound about right?" she finally asked him.
"Yes."
"So, now you see why I think someone or something is messing with us. You need to eat more."
Wesley placed the food away from him.
"As I said before. Not your fault. You did what you could."
"I lived and he's gone. You think that's right?" It was his fault. Ever since he had taken Angel's son.
"It is what it is. The cards were dealt. He knew what he was doing."
"Yes, maybe." He couldn't talk about it any more. Wanted to forget he ever had the dream.
"There'll be time."
"For what, Faith?"
"To grieve. After this is over. Maybe we were meant to be here. Get those kids to safety. Maybe they'll be the heroes in this story."
Wesley chuckled a little. "What? So we can retire to some little island?"
"You can always dream. Although, man, you'd have to get a tan. That lily-white watcher skin in the sun too long. Me, I'd look damn hot in one of those skimpy bikinis."
Wesley imagined that scenario to quickly put out the other from his mind. Faith could make an excellent psychologist some day.
"I quite agree with that, " came out before he thought.
"What did you say?" Faith's mouth stood open in awe.
"Let's talk about our next move."
"No, let's talk about that little comment you just threw out."
"I was talking about the tan."
"Oh, no, you were not. I don't know if I should feel flattered or not. I'm not the one who's old and grumpy. Oh and British too."
"What? You don't think we look at women. And I'm not old and only occasionally grumpy."
"How old?" Faith met his eyes.
"Much too old for this nonsense." He tried to get up, to avoid where the conversation had led.
"See, grumpy. I'd say you were pushing 40."
"Oh thanks. Not even close."
"OK, how about 35."
This guessing game was ridiculous. He shook his head no.
"We could do like they do on that game show. Higher or lower?" He gave her thumbs down.
"OK, my final answer is 33."
"Is that your final answer?"
"OK, Reg. You sound nothing like him."
"Thank God for that. And you're correct."
"So, you're about ten years older than me. So what? What's your deal?" She asked it like there might be a problem.
"No deal at all and it doesn't matter, not in the least."
Faith moved closer to really look at him. He still had only his boxers on. Time to get dressed, his brain told him.
"Obviously matters to you. But you know what?"
"What?" Faith's face appeared right next to his.
"All the parts still work the same no matter how old." Faith placed a small kiss on his mouth.
"Faith, this isn't the time."
"Never is." She took hold of him and dove in headfirst. But she gentled the kiss right away. Which was not what he wanted at the time. He pulled her head down and really kissed her. Her tongue darted in and out of his mouth like it was a race.
And they were interrupted again by Dawn yelling at Connor.
"I wish they'd just get a room and stop this bickering."
"You don't think. I obviously need to have a long talk with Connor."
Faith snickered and pulled away as Dawn came charging in the room. Faith had thrown the cover to him for modesty sake. Either she knew he wanted her or she wanted to shield the girl from his lily-white skin. He kind of hoped it was the latter, but by the expression on her face, he knew it was the former.
TBC
OK, so I was just putting an estimate on how old he is. Don't shoot me. He could be older or younger. Just play along.