Note: OK, I seriously did not intend for this to be some big romance. But it happened. Lots more cursing, sex and violence in this one.
Chapter Twenty-Six -- Chances
"Got a message from your friend," he told them as they made it back to the bar. "Meet him in back in twenty minutes."
Faith and Wesley walked away hand in hand.
"Fishy to you?" Faith asked.
"Very. Tell the children to get out of here."
Faith waved Dawn and Connor over and told them their suspicions. They protested for a few minutes until Wesley reminded Connor that he needed to protect Dawn. Connor relented and took Dawn out the front and back to the room.
"Let's check it out," Faith said, leading him by the hand through the crowd.
Few people were in the back corridor leading to the outside. Not many lights to tax their generator, which was mostly for the music.
Faith grabbed Wesley, slamming him up against the wall and taking his mouth. Either Faith had been way too affected by their sultry dance or someone was coming. She wrapped her leg around him, flipped him so she was against the wall, shielding her body. With his dark clothes and tall frame, anyone going by would have a hard time telling whom it was making out.
Her kiss slowed, moving to his ear. "The bartender's talking to someone in the shadows back there, near the door. Could be our boy?" She let out a moan to make it look authentic. "We need to regroup for a moment. You with me?"
Wesley absolutely agreed with her. Besides, they didn't want to appear to be too eager to talk to the guy. Faith pulled on his hand and took the next door she could find.
Women's restroom. Great, he thought. Just great. But it seemed deserted. Faith threw the lock, and then searched the stalls. They had a few minutes reprieve.
Not having been in a women's restroom before, unless he counted the time in University when some fellows threw him into one, he was amazed that they were quite the same, minus the urinals.
Even down to the condom dispenser on the wall. His eyes widened. Faith saw the reaction.
"What? We're not that stupid a species."
"Didn't know is all."
"OK, we have a few minutes. I think that the bartender was just telling our contact that we were coming."
"Or ratting us out to some fiend."
"There is that. How much time left?"
"Fifteen minutes."
"Whew. Lots of time. Sorry about the hallway."
It took Wesley a second to figure out to what Faith was referring. "Oh, oh that. Good plan."
Faith twisted her hands and paced. No one had knocked yet.
"Oh, screw it." Faith jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist tightly. "This is just. I can't deal. Fuckin' A. Will you just do something?"
Since Wesley hadn't moved yet, he didn't quite catch her meaning. Until she growled at him and sucked on his lower lip.
"This is your chance," Faith panted out. Her fist reached over and pounded the condom dispenser open. "Feel free."
He grinned and she grinned back. "Don't you dare put me down anywhere because it's disgusting in here."
Faith actually had standards. "I heard that," as Wesley kissed Faith again.
Since they only had a few minutes to spare, he'd have to work quickly.
"Don't worry. Not going to take long," Faith grounded out.
Wesley shucked her jeans in record time while she unbuttoned his. He wasn't worried about her, he was worried about himself. Not that all the foreplay of the last weeks wouldn't help it along nicely.
"Stop thinking."
God, they really did need to find a cure for this and soon.
And as he sank into her, he thought, well maybe not. He could see in her mind crystal clearly. She wanted him more than anyone in her life. He just thought how much he wanted her in his life.
As soon as that thought spilled out of his brain, her back arched. As she went over the edge hard, he followed her almost simultaneously. Burying his face in her hair, he then realized that he had taken her standing up against a wall in a filthy public restroom in the middle of a war.
"Don't think too much. Your brain might pop," Faith murmured in his ear.
"That was, um . . . ."
"Wonderful, stupendous, satisfying."
"The best sex ever."
"How are we ever going to top this?" Faith asked looking around at their surroundings. Wesley started thinking of several ways.
"Oh my God. You watchers are horny little bastards, aren't you?"
"Just for you." And Wesley kissed her sweetly. "We have seven minutes."
He gently put her down so she could right her clothes and so could he.
"So, watcher. What's the plan?" Faith breathed in and out to settle herself.
"Why don't we show up a few minutes early. See what happens."
"Sounds good."
Wesley took her hand in his and unlocked the door. Faith peeked out to see if the coast was clear.
They quietly exited the nightclub by the back door. Wesley and Connor had scouted the whole outside before it had gotten dark. Since there was no garbage pickup now, it smelled disgusting. And lots and lots of dark corners to hide in. No wonder everyone stuck to the front.
Faith motioned Wesley to back up against the wall. She backed up with him, her body turned toward him. He so hoped that she wasn't contemplating another go. Since seeing her reaction was not possible because there wasn't much light, Wesley knew he would be in trouble when Faith got the opportunity. She pinched on his backside to warn him.
Her breath came out so softly, he wondered if that was her at all. If was more like a sigh. But he thought she said the word "stake" which meant vampires.
Wesley finally saw the glowing yellow eyes, and thrusting Faith out of the way, he triggered his stake, dusting it quickly and efficiently.
A scuffle up ahead drew Faith's attention away for a moment. She pointed for him to follow. When they arrived around the corner, they saw two fighting, with one losing badly. Faith jumped into the mix quickly. The losing guy staggered and fell back while Faith fought the stronger one.
When she was ready to get rid of the guy, she yelled, "Stake," which Wesley promptly threw. Faith caught it expertly and the vampire disappeared in a cloud of dust. Wesley went over to the guy on the ground to help him up.
"Hey. Thanks, man. Really appreciate it." The man seemed to be in his early thirties, but with hard living he appeared much older. He swayed a little.
"You Manuel?" Faith asked, dusting off her shirt.
"Yeah." He looked straight at her cleavage. "Hey sweetie. Wanna have a good time?"
Wesley grabbed the man by the collar and slammed him up against the wall.
"Wes, no stabbing people this time." Faith was referring to the past again.
"Probably wouldn't feel it anyhow, he's so pumped up on something. Vamps your clients?" Wesley looked like he was ready to crush the guy.
"How did you know? You one too? Cause I could get you a deal. You look mean enough."
Faith gut-punched the guy. "Just your ordinary, average pissed off white guy. And I'm just a girl who wants some information."
"Oh, sorry. You're that lady. Here it is." Manuel pulled out an envelope. "Hairy going. Had to stick to the back roads and all. Shouldn't take you more than two days tops."
"And if you're lying to us, I'll rip out your intestines through your nostrils. Got it?" Wesley was not amused.
Manuel shook. "Got it. I wanna live too."
Faith handed the envelope to Wesley. "Let's go, lover."
"Payment?"
"Oh, I think dusting those vamps who wanted you dead is payment enough," Faith added. They walked back to the door of the club.
"Where'd you hear that one Wes?" The man could be downright vicious sometimes.
"Television."
TBC
To be honest, that comment was from Illyria (I think). Can anyone remember? I just thought it was a hoot.