Lyrics belong to 50 cent, "candy shop"
:I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind:
Buffy POV
I bite my lip as she looks at me for a second before nodding. She stands up before I do, and offers her hand. I take it, standing up, she doesn't back up and I am standing with my whole body less then a centimeter away from hers. I run a hand through her hair, she's staring deep into me, I know she's thinking about pulling me to her, but I step back.
"You have to be the leader here," I whisper, twisting my hand into hers. I back up a couple steps encouraging her to fall out of her trance.
"Yeah," she gives me a little half smile, and pulls in front of me. I follow her quickly up the stone walk to the sliding glass door in the back of the house. I follow her inside, immediatly more in awe of the place. We step into the living room, my heals sink into the plush carpeting.
"Wow," I smile. The rug is a light beige, the mucho comfy looking couches are white, the kind of white that would never stay white in my place. She also has an awesome coffee table with slate stone set down the middle. I step away from Faith, taking in the paintings.
"Chinese huh?" I ask, all of the paintings have a distinct oriental look to them.
"Yeah, we lived there for a couple years when I was a kid. I've always loved the culture." She shrugged.
"That is amazing," I smile. "So, where's my tour?"
"Oh, yeah, come on," she takes my hand and leads me though the downstairs.
"That was the living room, here's the kitchen," I glance around, taking in the marble counter tops, white cupboards, tile floor. She doesn't slow down though, and I am forced to follow her out.
"There's a bathroom, office is in there," I get brief glimpses of these, bathroom done in blue and white, office in deep rich reds and wood. Then we're in the front entry way, hard wood floor, white walls, more
chinese paintings, scrolls, a wall cabinet filled with all sorts of figurines. I step close to the cabinet, most of them are jade dragons, but there are also chinese dolls, dogs, cats, horses, and one coiled painted metal cobra.
"Faith, these are all beautiful," I whisper, putting a hand against the glass seperating me from the figures. "You like dragons I see."
"My mom got me all those things while we were in china. There's more in the study, and some in the bedrooms. And yeah I love dragons, always wished it was my chinese astrology symbol."
"What are you?" I asked curiously.
"A dog," she winces.
"Well that means your loyal and compassionate," I point out.
"You actually know about chinese astrology?" She looked more than a little surprised.
"I am a font of randomness," I quip.
"Random is good," she nods. "So did you want to see the rest of the house?
"Yes," I grin, following her as she heads up the stairs. We stop on the second floor. We glance into the four bedrooms, each is decorated very differently. One in all neon colors, modern patterns, one with extra chinese flair, one in all blues and greens, looking undersea-ish. The last is my favorite it almost looks medival, there's no rugs, only the same dark hardwood floors as the entryway. The walls are painted a maroon color, the bedspread a dark blue, above the bed is a reprint of an old "Phantom of the Opera" poster, probably from one of the first movies made.
"Like it?" Faith asks, as I linger in the doorway.
"Yeah, its beautiful."
"It's the room my mom always stays in. Her favorite colors, she loves any incarnation of that movie."
"Did she see the new one?" I asked.
"Yeah, loved it." She took my hand pulling me towards the last set of stairs, we practically ran up them. The top floor had been opened up to be all one room. To the left of the stairs was a living room, blue couch and love seat, glass coffee table, and huge widescreen tv hanging on the wall. Bookshelves, filled to capasity lined two walls.
To right was what I assumed to be her bedroom. There was a queen size bed, unmade, purple sheets with a purple and red patterned bedspread. The turqouis painted walls should have clashed horribly, but somehow they seemed to go okay. Right above the bed hung an ornate silver cross, and a shelf hung on either side of the bed, containing what I figured were the favorite of her figurines. Across from the bed was a smaller flatscreen on the wall.
"You have to see the best part," she commanded pulled me past the bed and out onto the balcony, right to the edge.
"Oh wow," I breathed out taking in the view. Her house actually was slightly more on the hill than most, but no where near high enough to be destroyed in a mudslide.
It was actually at the perfect height, just right to give a beautiful view of both the mountain to the left and the city to the right. And right now the city lights were beautiful.
Faiths POV
I slid behind her as she took in the view, wrapping my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me, letting out a sigh. I wrapped my arms tighter, nuzzling my face into her hair.
"This is so beautiful," she spoke quietly, almost revrently.
"This is the view that made me buy the place," I told her. She spun in my arms, and I let them rest on the railing, moving up close so her back was against the railing.
Again she's running a hand through my hair, again I get the same far off, content feeling I did by the pool. From the look on her face I know she feels it too. She wraps her arms around my waist, leaning her head on my shoulder, I wrap my arms around her, staring off into the night.
"Nothing has ever felt this right," she says quietly.
"I know," I answer, in a voice so low I'm surprised she hears. I continue louder. "It scares me. No one else has ever made me feel this way."
"Me either," she pulls back and I see her wipe her eyes.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I ask, bending to catch her eye.
"Nothing," she shakes her head. "I've just been so lost, for so long, and now..." She trails off, but I know the end of the sentance.
"Now, you're home."
"Yeah," she nods. For a second we just look at eachother, then she reaches up, tentetivly at first, kissing me slowly. My hands had fallen away from her, but now they find their way back, pulling her tight against me.
That seems to be all she needs, her kisses become more frantic, she presses herself hard against me, and a little moan escapes from my mouth, into hers. She pulls back, sucking in a deep breath, like she's trying to suck me in.
I take her hands, backing up towards the open door. She follows more than willingly, not bothering to shut the door behind her. That's fine with me, the ideas running through my head have me thinking the fresh air will be good.
I sit on the bed, pulling her to me, I lift just the bottom of her shirt kissing a line across her soft skin. She tangles a hand in my hair, pulling me closer, using both hands I push her shirt higher, resting my hands on her breasts. I don't move my hands, forcing her to push herself against my hands.
As she struggles to get friction from my hands, I pull them away, wrapping them around her back. I loft my head to kiss her, and pull her to my lap as I do.she lifts her knees onto the bed, straddling me. I break the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head.
She looks down at her, so vunerable naked from the waist up now, hair already messy. Her eyes are greener them ever, electrified, lips swollen from my kisses. With that thought I capture them again, hands cupping her breasts, squeezing, and rubbing, palms against her nipples.
She pulls back, hands pushing me downward. I comply, kissing my way to her breasts, then taking each nipple into my mouth in turn. I feel her fumbling with my shirt, and reach down to help her, pulling away from her only long enough to pull the shirt over my head.
Before I can resume, she pushes me back on the bed, one hand working its way up my skirt. She other is working on the back clasp of my bra under me, while her mouths sucks greedily at my nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. She snaps the clasp, and I wiggle out of the bra, breathing in sharply when her warm mouth touches my aching nipple. This happens at the same time she slips one teasing finger inside me before pulling her mouth away.
"B," I breath out, I get a flash of me back handing her across the face. It freaks me out, but also doubles my arousal. I slide a hand up her back, resting it on the back of her neck and pulling her roughly to me.
She kisses me as harshly as I pulled on her, slipping at least one more finger in me. I raise a leg between her legs and she presses down against me. I work my hands to her pants, unbuttoning them, and pushing them down, she kicks them the rest of the way off.
I roll us over, loving the feeling of being on top of her. I grab both her hands, holding them on the bed above her head as I kiss down her, she squirms underneath me, trying to connect our bodies, but I'm holding myself away.
I let her hands go as I work my way down her, pulling her panties off as I go. The excitment of getting past her white lace underwear, quickening my pace. I bring my mouth to her most private area, and she arches herself to me. It's quick, she comes almost immediatly, but doesn't take a second before she switches our position.
I find myself on my back, her diving into me at a rate that makes me think I was going slow. Again she slips two fingers inside me, curving them inside as her mouth closes on me. My breath starts coming in raggid bursts, I wrap my hands in her hair, loving how she feels moving
against me. I come faster than I ever have.
She collapses against me, our sweatsoaked bodies melting together. I feel like if I could open my eyes there would be steam rising from my body. Her legs twist with mine, and I run a hand through her hair as she lays on my chest.
"Come on," I whisper, together we wiggle up to the pillows. I fumble blindly for the sheet, pulling it over us.
"The light," she mutters.
"Yeah," I answer, and reach for my all purpose remote, she cracks an eye open seeing me click off the lights with a touch of a button.
"Oh you are too cool." She mutters.
:Cause it's a bittersweet,
Symphony, this life:
Buffys POV
It's early, just getting light out, I've been up for over an hour, been itching to slay something. Faith is still fast asleep. Somehow I know this is weird, I know she should have been the first to wake up, that she actually sleeps even less than me.
I know that. Just like I know if she woke up first she would have snuck downstairs, and made bacon and eggs. She would have served it to me in bed, with a Lily from the bunch on the table by the pool.
I rolled over, facing her as she slept, dark wavy hair falling slightly over her face, but I can still see her closed eyes and full lips. Right now all I wanted to do was kiss those lips, pull the bottom lip in between my teeth, biting it not too gently.
In the back of my mind though, back there where you don't have control of what's going on, in that spot I was thinking about stabbing her. Not doing it now, it had just been a quick flash in my head the night before. Right when I slid my finger inside her.
Right then I knew, just knew how it would feel to have the hilt of a knife in my hand, as the blade slide into her. It disgusted me, and I started to pull away from her. But she grabbed the back of my neck with such force. And it felt so good, I couldn't stop.
Sighing, I shut my eyes, hoping to find sleep again. Hoping to push all the weird thoughts from my head.
When I opened my eyes again, Faith was coming through the door, tray in hand. I sat up smiling as she set bacon, eggs, and a flower in front of me on a silver tray.
"Morning," she smiled, pushing a stray piece of her hair behind her ear. She fiddled with the sheets, looking amazingly shy and nervous. "You weren't up, and I figured you'd be hungry."
"Thank you," I smiled at her, meaning it. "It looks amazing. And thank you for last night."
"The premeire? That's no big deal, we can go to one once a week if you want, I mean if I can get off work, and if you can get off work," she trails off as I smile at her. "And I'm rambling so now I am gonna shut up."
"It's nice to see people who aren't me rambling. And I meant the more intimate parts of last night."
"Oh," she grinned, looking up. "Well I figured you liked that," she wiggled an eyebrow and I smacked her arm.
"Are all you actress's this cocky?"
"No, actually for the most part we are highly insecure. I am a contradiction."
"Somehow that doesn't surprise me," I kiss her quickly before digging into the food. "You're not eating?"
"Nah, my stomach feels a little off," she admits, rubbing the offending unit through her tank top. Which makes me realize I am still buck naked. I smile to myself surprised at how comfortable I am with her.
"Um, could you grab me a shirt of something?" I ask.
"Oh, yeah sure," she grins, and turns to the closet, opening it up the revel more clothes than I ever had, even at my height of fashion conciousness. She digs through for a minute before tossing me a pair of sweats and a tank top, both tatooed with 'Juicy Couture'.
"Thanks," I smile, the sweats are baby blue and the shirt is white.
"No problem. Listen I have a revised script to go over before shooting today, so I am gonna go work on that while you eat and shower, alright?"
"Yeah," I nod, feeling a little lost, left to do my own thing in her room.
"When you're done I'll give you a ride home on my way to set, okay?" She asks, leaning forward and kissing my forehead, before turning to leave.
"Okay," I grin, feeling sure again, seeing that she's just busy, not ditching me. After last night though, those thoughts...
Faith POV
I shut the door behind us, pulling it tight and locking it. I check my watch, should be just enough time to get B home and get to set. I don't even pay attention to the feeling when I think of her as B, they're becoming natural.
"All set, B?" I ask, she grins.
"I kinda like when you call me that."
"Oh you kinda like?" I tease, snaking an arm around her waist. "Anything else you kinda like?"
"Yeah, I kinda like you," she answers, getting into my car when I open the door.
"I guess I kinda like you too," she opens her mouth, pretending to be shocked. I close it with one finger, kissing her pretty little lips and shutting the door. As soon as I open my door she starts in.
"Oh, you kinda like me? What's that about, kinda? What do you kinda like about me?" She's grinning, so I know she still playing. I shut her up by kissing her hardly. I lean far over onto her seat, my mouth crushing hers, but she wraps an arm around me, pulling me tighter. I squeeze a hand in between up, under my tank top she's wearing, finding her breasts still bare underneath.
I squeeze it hard, pulling the nipple between my thumb and pointer, getting a sharp little gasp from her. I lower my mouth, shoving the shirt far enough down to allow access. I suck deep on her nipple for seconds, her hands clasp on the back of my head. I shake myself out of her grasp, and start the car. I glance over at her, sitting there dazed.
"I kinda like your tits," I grin, putting the car in drive to head down to the street.
"You, are," she's still taking little breaths in between her words. "A, complete, ass."
"Dirty mouth," I chide, I kinda like that too. I receive a very hard punch for this, now that she's caught her breath. We're both laughing though, and it feel good. I was a little worried this morning. The thought of hitting her still fresh in my mind.
"Is that your phone?" She asks, cocking her head slightly. I turn down the stereo, listening.
"I don't hear anything," I answer.
"The buzzing," she grabs my purse, digging through till she pulls out my still vibrating phone. I grab it quickly, seeing its Kaden.
"How did you hear that?" I asked, flipping open the phone to answer. "K dawg, what's going on?"
"Faith," that one word and my face falls. Everything in his tone tells me its bad news. I glance right and pull off to the shoulder of the road. B looks at me questioning.
"What's wrong Kaden?"
"It's mom," he chokes out, and my world starts to spin. "There was an accident, drunk truck driver, he caught the end of her car switching lanes, spun it over the divide, into, into the oncoming, cars." The sentance was broken, and sounded to my ears like it was coming over the earliest telegraph, but I understood. "She's gone."
"Dead," the word was cold in my mouth and tasted bad. I opened dropped the phone, opening the door and dry heaving, finally producing a thin line of stomach bile. I could hear B on the phone.
"Yeah...I'll tell her...yeah...of course...I'll make sure...yeah...okay...bye. Faith? Faith, are you okay?" She pulled me back into the car.
"Yeah," I nodded, ignoring the absolute absurdity of the question. "Can you drive?"
"Yeah," she got out of the car, walking around, as I slid into the passenger seat. She pulled back out into traffic.
"You can stay at my house for a while if you want." She offered, but I shook my head.
"No, I've gotta get to set."
"I'll drive you," I only nod. She takes my hand, and squeezes it.
"Fuck," I mutter. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, fuck." With each word I punch the dash.
"Feel better?" She asks.
"A little," I nod. "I just talked to her yesterday."
"I found my mother, when she died," she says quietly, I look up at her sharply. "I got home from class, and she was just on the couch. At first I, I just thought she was asleep. But then her eyes were open." Her voice is lined with pain that hasn't given up its hold on her yet.
"They told me she had been dead a while, that nothing could have saved her, even if I had been there."
"Fuck, B."
"I pulled my sister, and my best friends body out of a collapsed building. There were no rescue crews, no anything. Just me and Willow, but we found them, and we buried them. And it was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it's gotten better Faith," she takes me hand again. I look at her in awe, unsure how anything could ever be better again after all that.