Lyrics from 112 "peaches and Cream"

:Let me show you that I'm feelin you

Wanna freak, wanna ride you

Wanna taste, wanna put my lips all over you

Can't get enough of you

Always taken with you:

Faiths POV

The gate was stuck when we pulled up. I had been meaning to get it fixed, it swelled when it rained. Being as how it hadn't rained in months, it slipped my mind. Luckily the rain hadn't made a reapperence yet, so thanking the driver, I let us in through the door next to the gate.

I took her hand as we started up the driveway, neither of us saying much. Not much light was making its way to the driveway, the trees above had been growing over for years, each spring they seemed to block the light a little more.

"Uh, you smell that?" Buffy wrinkled her perfect little nose.

"Yeah," I grinned.

"Skunk. It's possibly one of the worst smells, and trust me, I've smelt some bad ones."

"For some reason, I almost like it," I admit, fully prepared for the raised eyebrow she gives me. "It reminds me of when I was younger. In like eighth grade, me and my friends Stella, and Beth, and Beths older brother, and little sister used to all hang out. There wasn't much to do in our town, so we spent a lot of nights just walking aimlessly around town."

"And skunks remind you of this? Maybe your friends should have tried a bath."

"Ha," I gave her a little push. "There were lots of skunks in town, so we would always smell them, even saw them a couple of times. There's nothing funnier then a group of people surprised by a skunk. Maybe its the rain still hanging in the air too, I don't know I never really noticed how much the smell takes me back, until just now."

"You still friends with them?"

"Yeah, we talk mostly on the phone and internet now. Stella may be moving out in a couple years. Graphic design."

"It's really cool you keep in touch with them, so many people loose touch." Buffy sounded wistful. I was really starting to wonder what this girls history was. We made it to the house and I glanced over to see Buffy looking up at the house in awe. I grinned, surprised to see anyone impressed with my place.

"Ya wanna take a picture, B?" I asked, and again that weird twinge when I called her that. Like deja vu, but stronger.

"No," she punched me lightly in the arm, at least I could see she hadn't put much effort in it. Hurt like hell though. "It's just, wow. I thought you said you didn't have a mansion."

"Buffy, its only five bedroom." She gave me a look, then we both looked up at the house. I could only imagine what she was seeing. It was that white stucco stuff that most of the houses in this city seem to be, three floors, that was why I liked it. The windows and trim were a rich dark red, as was the door. It had three bay windows, and an upstairs

balcony on the third floor.

"That's four more bedrooms then the aparment I share. And lord Knows how many rooms."

"I know, I wasn't looking for a place this big, but I loved the third floor. And the pool and hot tub out back are amazing. Come on," I took her hand and pulled her through the side gate, into the back yard.

"Oh," she smiled at the set up I had left. I had strung white and blue fairy lights up around the pool, and had left a vase of lilies on the table, along with two wine glasses, forks and napkins. In the subtle lighting the pool and hot tub looked fantastic.

"Wait here a second," I tell her as we reach the table. I run into the pool house, opening the small fridge in there. I pull out a bottle of white wine, and carefully grab and balance two plates, each with a slice of cheesecake on it.

"Cheesecake?" Her eyes light up. "How did you know I love cheesecake?"

"I didn't," I shrugged. But I had, it isn't even one of my favorite desserts, but I hadn't given it more than a moment of thought when picking it out. I set the plates down carefully, then noticed the napkins were pretty much soaked to uselessness. "Are the chairs wet?"

"Um," Buffy tilted one out to check. "Sorta, I think the table protected them a bit."

"Okay, one more second." I went quickly back into the poolhouse, coming out with new napkins, and two towels.

"Madam," I pulled out her chair, laying a towel across it. Once she sat, I lay the napkin on her lap. I did the same for myself, and popped open the wine. "White okay?"

"Love it," she smiled, reaching out her glass. She looked breathtaking in the twinkling fairy lights, eyes lit up with her smile. I filled first her glass then my own.

"To good things," I raised my glass.

"May they keep coming," she toasted, bringing our glasses together. She took a bite of her cheesecake and her smile widened. "Oh, my god. This is the best cheeesecake ever."

"Could be that we didn't actually have dinner," I pointed out, taking a bite. "Oh, this is good." I took another.

"See, I know the difference between what is good, and what tastes good from starvation."

"My mistake."

"Every year my mother," she paused for a minute, her words catching, like she hadn't meant to let them slip out. "She would get me cheesecake for my half birthday."

"That's cute," I smiled, but she seemed far off.

"She always thought it was more special to have it then, instead of my real birthday. It was always great cause we would usually go out to get it, always just me and her. Dawn would stay with dad, then after he was gone, a sitter."

"Dawn's your sister?"

"Was. Last year, well almost a year ago, there was an accident."

"And your mom?" I frowned.

"Earlier in the year, she passed on," her voice was even more emotional, and she had slowed to only poking at her cake. "She told me to take care of Dawn"

"Hey, accidents happen."

"I was supposed to stop them," she said quietly, taking a small bite of her cheesecake. She sighed, "what's your family drama?"

"Me?" I shrugged. "My parents are divorced, my mom still lives back in Boston, never remarried. She adopted a little girl from Thailand about five years ago, named her Kia. She's the cutest little girl, she'll be six in June. Um my dad moved to Arizona and remarried, I have two step brothers, ten and fourteen, Issac, and Joey. And my real brother Kaden lives out here in LA, he's three years older, works for a architect, doing freelance commisioned stuff."

"And that's the happy family, huh?" Buffy asked, smiling, and taking renewed interest in her food.

"In a nutshell," I nod. "Pretty dull really."

"Dull is good, trust me."

"I know. I am so lucky to have the family I do. Might not have made it through highschool without them."

"I wouldn't have made it through highschool without a few people," she grinned.

"So you grew up here, huh?"

"I transfered in my sophmore year. Just moved back last June." She explained.

"And it took me this long to run into you? Poor planning on my part."

"Well, you didn't know what you were missing." I laugh, and she looks at my quizically. "What?"

"You just have," I pointed to her, there was a piece of cheesecake in the corner of her mouth. "Cake, right here." I wipe it off with a finger and hold it out for inspection. I reach to wipe it on her napkin, but she grabs my hand in her's, stopping me.

"You can't waste that." She lifts my hand slowly to her mouth. First flicking her tongue, the tip, just tasting a little of my skin, and a little of the cake. That one little connection made my eyes flutter. The longer lick along my finger, getting most of the cheesecake, that one made me shut my eyes, a light moan escaping into the night.

Eyes shut I was totally unprepared for her to take my whole finger in her mouth. My eyes shot open, locking with hers, as she dragged my finger out of her mouth, teeth fighting to hold onto it. She let go of my hand, and I was surprised I had the self control to not just let it drop.

"I'm full, can I see the house," she asked lowly. All I can do is nod.