AN: Back with another chapter! I decided to cut Captain B a break and forfeited her beta duties on this one, so all mistakes are my own. Thanks again to all who are reading, enjoying and reviewing this. It makes it all worthwhile.
"The storm is getting closer," B says and her voice sounds distant like she's thinking about something. I open I my eyes to look up at her. She's sitting up with her back resting against the stern and I'm stretched out with my head in her lap. The breeze has picked up and it's ruffling her hair, making it dance across her shoulders and her face. She looks so perfect and peaceful as she stares out into the sea, but I know there's a storm brewing inside of her, much like the one we can both feel coming.
I drag my eyes away from her and look up at the sky. It's darkening and angry clouds are taking shape preparing for what's to come. The waves are crashing harder in the distance, making the water surrounding us rock the boat.
"I know, won't be long now," I acknowledge her, and she looks down at me. Looking back up at her, I give her an easy smile, one that I hope is reassuring, but she doesn't return it.
"You won't make." She sounds so sad.
My smile falters at her words and is quickly replaced by a frown. "Of course I will, I promise." She shakes her head violently in dispute and I sit up and turn to face her. Her eyes are dark and her face is etched with worry. I place a hand against her cheek and she closes her eyes at my touch. "I'll make it B, I promise. I'd die before I let anything happen to you, you know that right?"
She leans into my touch and turns her head to kiss the inside of my palm before letting a sad smile cross her lips. Turning her head back, she opens her eyes to look at me. I gasp in fear at what I see and quickly take my hand away and fall back landing in the middle of the boat. Her eyes are grayed over, her face is pale and it looks like she's looking through me.
"I know, but when you do….who will save me?"
It's been damn near three weeks since I've been back home and I'm feeling on edge. We've started up regular patrols again, feeling it necessary to get back in the swing of things to let the baddies know we still run this shit. Giles being the stick in mud that he is, cautioned us about going into the wooded area where they actually saw the flying vampires. Big mistake I think, we should be looking in the last place they were spotted, not running from them. Guess he wants to get a better handle on what we're dealing with before we actively go out and look for them. But I'm not complaining too much, we still get to go out and hunt.
We go out in brute force though just in case we run across some of those flying vamps somewhere else. Strength in a whole lot of numbers is the thing. The plan was to try to take one alive so we could see what it was all about, try to study it or some shit. It was a plan the brainiacs came up with and I guess I had to fall in line. I knew it was something I would have a hard time doing though considering all I wanted to do was make any I came across go up in a flaming pile of dust. I'm a Slayer for fucks sake, not a scientist. I'll keep quiet for now and kick the shit out of any flying vampires we come across.
Luckily for them, and unfortunately for me, we haven't come across a single one of the fuckers. I'm badass enough to believe that they got wind of me getting back and they hightailed their asses back to where they came from. Okay, so I'm not that delusional to think that, but I'm still a badass.
That's not the only thing that has me on edge though. B has been wanting to hang out more, some shit about wanting to make the most of our time together since I'm not taking on every mission that comes across my lap and I'm sticking around more until we get this flying vamp sitch under control. I'm cool with that I guess. With the dreams I've been having, I don't want to leave anything to chance. Better safe than sorry I say. I still haven't said anything to her about them, and she hasn't said anything to me so I'm not even sure if we're even sharing them or if they're prophetic. Regardless, until we figure things out, I need to keep an eye on her.
Keeping an eye on B and wanting to make sure she's safe is one thing, but now it seems that everywhere I turn she's there. I've started up a normal training routine with the girls, and after the first morning class is done we eat breakfast together. Then we end up hooking up for lunch or just hanging out afterwards before one of us has to go back to training. Then later, we always end up together, whether it be taking the kiddies out at night to patrol, or going out to grab a bite to eat or a movie, sometimes both.
I don't think in the three weeks we've fallen into this routine we've spent a day apart. It's kinda nice I must admit, I love being with her, but most nights I'm left so damn frustrated its un-fucking-real. Particularly after patrol, that's when the Slayer inside makes everything inside of me primal and needy. Usually I wouldn't hesitate to do what I need to tame the beast inside, but lately, I've been practicing some wicked self-control.
I would say I don't know what's wrong with me, but that would be the biggest lie I've ever told to myself. I know exactly what's going on, and I can't say that I like it all that much. The morning after me and B slept together….and yes, I mean we actually slept together, things have been….different, and a helluva lot more difficult. Things have been so different in fact that I can't even find it in me to go out and hook up with someone else. It's driving me fucking insane to think that I'd be doing something wrong if I did. I keep going over that night, or rather that morning and I know I'm all to blame for this mess I've gotten myself into.
After we finally stopped being all chatty she soon fell asleep. I know the exact moment when she did because I don't think I took my eyes off her the entire time. After we talked, we just laid together, not saying anything more. I watched the small smile on her face disappear and her lips evened out. I felt the rapid, strong thudding of her heart beat settle and watched the rise and fall of her chest as it slowed and she took slow even breaths. That's when I knew she was in the land of nod.
Even though I could feel the pull of sleep tugging away at me, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked so damn beautiful and peaceful, and it felt like she was mine. Stupid right? Hell yeah it is because I knew that she wasn't and never could be. Still didn't mean I didn't like having her in my arms, and in my bed though. It made me wonder what it would be like if she was mine. And after thinking it through it just made me realize why it would, or could never happen.
Other than the fact that B is the straightest chick I know, if hell were to freeze over and one day she realized she had an ounce of affection that was a little more than friendly, it would destroy me to know that it would never amount to the way I feel about her. I honestly don't think anyone could feel the way about someone, the way I feel about her. And I know it's dangerous to even try to push for more with her, and that's why I never will.
I respect her way to much, and what we have now to do something as stupid as let on to the way I feel. The word blow back comes to mind when I think about even letting her in on how I feel. Opening that door would only end with me being swallow whole and being consumed by the raging fire that burns inside of me for her. And it wouldn't just be me that gets burned, it would consume and destroy us both. Just like in Sunnydale.
Things are better the way they are, I get to have her in my life and feel for her as much as I need as just her friend and she's none the wiser. It's all good though. I've squashed my feelings for far too long to let one night of her getting wasted because some punk dumped again and made her feel sorry herself and made her get all cozy with me to let it ruin the friendship that we've built.
Waking up with her didn't help my cause though. I know that when I finally fell asleep we were laying really close to each other, but when we woke, things were a little more….interesting. Our positions had changed. During the course of the night, it was me that had somehow started crowding her.
She was on her back but still kinda leaning towards me with an arm under my neck and loosely wrapped around me. I had found my way sprawled out on top of her and my head was resting against the side of hers. My leg was thrown over hers and my hand had snaked its way under her shirt and I could feel her strong heart beat under my palm. My hand had settled under her right breast and I could feel the swell of it against my hand. It leaves me wondering how many times during the night I'd copped a feel.
As I was being pulled out of my sleep, and in my half-conscious state I must've thought I was dreaming or something. I could feel her there because my body felt the way it does only with her around, it was buzzing all over and that warm feeling I get from only her had intensified, but it's like my mind didn't really grasp the concept that she was actually there. I guess even in my mind, it was just too good to be true.
I mean it's not like she hasn't been the star of way to many of my dreams and fantasies before, so there was nothing to set this apart from the rest. I could feel the warmth of her body and her skin was hot under my palm as it slid down and across her stomach and I remember thinking how soft she felt. Then she stirred and slowly turned her body into mine, and when she did, it caused her leg to slip between my mine and the arm she had under my neck, wrapped around me more securely.
My head leaned in closer making my nose brush against hers and when it did, I felt her warm breath on my lips as what sounded like my name reached my ears coming from them. I answered with her name in return, and when I did, I felt her lips brush against mine. And that's when I did it. I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. That's right, I fucking kissed her. And when my lips touched hers, hers parted with a soft sigh and I didn't hesitate to slide my tongue past them to taste more of her.
It felt like every part of me was on fire, and when I felt her tongue move against mine, that fire inside of me burned me to the core. The taste of her and the feel of her against me felt like heaven. We laid there, kissing and with me wrapped up in her embrace. I can remember how hard my heart was beating and then I opened my eyes. I broke the kiss and blinked a few times and that's when B started to come into focus. I could remember thinking, 'this is the part where she disappears', only she didn't. After a few more moments of staring at her, I came to my senses and then I panicked.
I pulled away from her so fast you would've thought she had the plague or something. I sat up quickly and brought myself to my knees and looked down at her like she was foreign to me. I guess my rapid movement jostled her, because she bolted up as well and looked around. She blinked rapidly, I guess trying to figure out where she was. After finally realizing that she was in no immediate danger, her eyes settled on me. A puzzled look came across her face, and then turned to one of concern. She asked if I was okay and if there was something wrong.
'Uh yeah B, I just made out with you while we were sleeping.' Nah, I couldn't exactly say that. I opened my mouth to tell her I was five by five, but the words couldn't make their way around the lump in my throat. So I only shook my head while trying to swallow it. She nodded and then fell against the bed heavily and stretched all sexy-like with a smile on her face before she finally looked back at me again and told me we should probably round up the troops.
I nodded dumbly and waited for her to say something….anything about what happened. Only she didn't, she only sat up slowly, stretched again while yawning and got out of bed. And true to her word, we all made it back to the castle in record time to get ready for the grueling day she'd plan.
She never said anything about what happened, and of course, neither did I. I figured she was still asleep and had no fucking clue what she was doing either. Because I'm sure if she was in control of herself that never would've happened. She probably would've handed me my ass and things would've gotten all weird between us. The fact that she didn't, lets me know that she was oblivious to the fact that I was feeling her up and had my tongue stuck down her throat I could probably taste what she had for dinner the previous night.
So that's my damn problem. I kissed B. I kissed her and it was the best feeling in the world, and now it's all I want to do. Well I want to do other things to. But that's a whole new brand of fucked up I don't want to get into right now. Even though she was asleep and I was living in my fantasy world, I can't get it out of my mind. I really need to get a grip on this shit because it's really fucking with my head and my body.
And it may just be me and my horniness that has me reading more into this, but she's more touchy feely than usual and generally just all up in my personal space. Like I said I'm not really complaining about it, only I am complaining about it. See the thing is when I'm with her, it means I'm not getting laid. And yes, that's a big damn deal because it's been way too damn long for me.
The last real attempt I had was the night I got home and B showed up which ended with me not getting any, and before that it had been nearly a month because I'd been out in the field tracking demons. Right now I'm working on about two months of no sex and that shit just ain't right. We've been out slaying almost every night and my hornies is going all kindsa crazy.
I can't exactly tell B that I don't want to hang with her because she's being a complete twat block. Not sure how she'd take that and there's the fact that I really do like just being with her and I don't wanna screw that up. The past couple of weeks have been really good. And it's not like I have it in me to be with anyone else right now. See my problem?
We've been to the club a few times too which really turned out to be a really bad idea. Dancing with B is just too damn much for me right now because all I can think about when we're dancing is fucking her. When she's so close and grinding up against me, it takes all I have not to drag her to some dark corner and give it to her good. Talk about a cunt tease. And I'm not sure what to do at this point though. I'm so close to jumping her and tell her that since she wants to take up all my time and be all up in my shit, it's only right that she puts out. I know that ain't happening because no way would I would say something like that to her and fuck things up between us. But something has to give.
"You know, if you tilt your head a little more you'd probably be able to get a good look at her cervix from that angle."
I roll my eyes and turn my head in the direction of the bratty distraction. I've just been sitting here on the bottom bleacher waiting for B to finish up her last class. She finished it with a cool down workout that involves a lot of stretching. And yeah, I've been sitting here for the last five minutes watching her stretch her body in ways I know I could have a lot of fun with.
She's currently bent over with her legs shoulder length apart and the palm of her hands on the floor with the whole class following suit. Only her back, and her perfect ass is facing me and I'd be an idiot not to look. Didn't realize I'd been looking that damn hard though. Or that I had an audience as well.
"Go fuck yourself junior." I tell her. Lame I know.
"I don't have too, I have a woman for that. But it looks like that's what you may be doing later." Damn, and she comes back swinging! Fucking brat.
"There a reason why you sharing in the same air as me right now?" I really don't need her giving me grief right now. I'm doing enough of that shit to myself. She's relentless with it though. I suspect she knows that I have some kind of feelings for Buffy, but she's never out-right said anything. She just drops these smart ass comments all the time that makes me want to smack the shit out of her.
"Yeah dumbass, it's called breathing."
"You know what Ken? If you weren't banging Goddess, I'd wipe the entire castle floor with your ass right now."
"I've considered that on many occasions, but guess it's a good thing that I am, huh?" She grins at me. "And hey, watch your mouth, only I get to call her that."
Not that Red is a Goddess or anything, but she's wicked powerful and happens to be in love with this jackass. Guess that'll keep me from hurting her….at least not to much, I still get to rough her up some when we spar. That's when I'm allowed to hit her. Hey now, maybe I'm on to something.
"Yo Ken, you wanna spare a little?" I ask with a smirk in place.
"Hell no I don't. I know what you're up too." She chuckles. "Besides, I didn't come here to give you shit okay?"
"Yeah?" I raise a brow at her. "And here I was thinking you were here to bust my balls, what was I thinking?"
"You have balls now?" She feigns surprise at her own stupid question. "They come with the meat package too? Damn, no wonder Buffy's been all over you lately." Damn she noticed that shit too?
I scowl at her and she laughs and holds her hands up in defense. "Okay okay….I'll get to the point." I nod. "So, you're off tonight….I'm off tonight and Will's still in Ontario doing witchy shit and hoping they can find out something about what we got going on here. I figured we could tap into the titty fund and go to the club later. You in?"
'The club' aka, 'strip joint'. A few of us have given the strip club we frequent the pseudonym of 'the club'. It's mainly because they think they're getting away with something when it's mentioned in the presence of their significant other or someone they don't want to know what we're up too. Luckily I don't have that problem. No one to hide anything from. And I guess I could use a night away from my blonde shadow to clear my head a little.
"In on what?" And great. B picks this particular time to show up. "What kind of trouble is she trying to get you into tonight?" Buffy fixes her gaze on me. The brat seems to want to make me more uncomfortable though and she answers instead.
"Well you see, Faith can only get into trouble if she actually had someone she was with that had a say in what she and I may, or may not be doing tonight that could be troublesome. The last time I checked, Faith was single. Or did I miss that memo?"
"Shut up Kennedy!" Both Buffy and I yell in unison.
"Hey! I'm just saying!"
"How about not saying jack?" I shoot her a look.
"C'mon dude, I just want to know if we're on for tonight, that's all." Kennedy grins at me in all her smartass glory. "Or do you have any other plans for tonight?"
"Nah, no plans tonight," I answer, then I see B frown a little. Shit. Do I have plans tonight? At least I don't think I have any. Buffy hasn't said anything about going out or wanting to hang later. Shit.
"So we're on then?"
Okay. Now I have a fucking dilemma. If I say yes, B will probably be all pissed off at me if she wanted to do something tonight. I guess she assumes that since we've been doing shit for the past few weeks together that it's okay to plan my nights without telling me. And hell, that's pretty much what she's being doing and I just go with it. And if I say no, I lose whatever cool points I have left with Kennedy and it will just be more ammo for her to shoot at me. Looks like I'm screwed either way.
I look over at Ken and she raises a brow at me, then I turn to look at B and she too has an eyebrow raised at me too. Are they fucking serious? I sigh and lean over slightly to rest my elbows against my legs and rub my sweaty palms together, getting ready to bite the bullet.
"There something you wanted to do tonight B?" I can hear Kennedy chuckle beside me.
"No…I guess not."
She guess not? What the hell does that mean? A simple yes or no would make my life a whole lot easier right now. But I'm not that lucky. I regard her for a few moments. And damn. I can't really gauge her reaction right now. I mean she doesn't look pissed or anything, but it's the damn tone in which she spoke that doesn't really sit well with me. Before I can say anything more, Ken decides to dig my grave a little deeper.
"Cool…looks like I'm picking you up at around nine." Kennedy says and then slaps me on the back before standing up and leaving. "Wear something hot….gonna be plenty of hot chicks for you to get in trouble with." The fucking brat calls over her shoulder and it makes me shake my head at her rubbing it in.
I frown slightly and watch her retreating form for a few moments before turning back to look at Buffy. She has this unreadable expression on her face that makes me even more uneasy.
"Okay, well I'm going to hit the shower, you two have fun tonight." B says before also turning to walk away.
"Buffy wait," I call after her, but she just keeps going.
"Call me tomorrow….if you're not too busy," she throws over her shoulder before disappearing out of sight.
What the hell just happened?
So last night was an epic fail. Kennedy picked me up at nine as planned and we made our way to 'the club.' The fact that I wasn't feeling it at all made the night a real fucking drag. The fact that I couldn't get Buffy and the kiss off my mind didn't help matters either. All I wanted to do was blow Kennedy off and go see her. I didn't though. I figured I owed it to myself to at least try to have a good time and make an attempt to get her off my mind.
Yeah well. That didn't happen at all. I figured by the time I checked my phone for the sixth time within an hour of being there to see if she had at least sent me a text, that trying to have fun wasn't gonna happen. Yep. A real fucking drag I was. I was even happy about the fact that Victoria, the chick I'd been banging wasn't working, it was her off night.
I'm sure if she was there suggestions would've been made for later and I'm not sure how that would've played out. And I know, I know….I've been bitching about not getting laid. But there's only one woman I want to be laying it to and she was somewhere probably plotting for my death. Not that I would try that with her anyway.
So for the majority of the night I sat posted up at the bar sipping on a beer and making small talk with the bartender. At least I wasn't pathetic enough to drown my sorrows and spill my guts to the guy. How fucking cliché would that be. Kennedy even made an attempt to get me off my ass and bought me a lap dance. The chick was smoking hot too. Nice rack and a nice ass.
But when I checked my phone for the second time during her grinding session, she sighed all dramatic-like and left. I did have the decency to look apologetic even though I couldn't care less. When we left the room I saw nice tits and ass chick hand Kennedy back her money. How nice of her I thought? Most would've probably kept it anyway. Kennedy made sure to clue me in on the fact that not only was I acting like a stick in the mud, but I was also ruining her night.
'Just fuck her already and get it out of your system!' Was the last thing she yelled to me when she dropped me off back at the loft two hours later. If only it was that easy.
After making my way inside I checked my phone again and nothing. How fucking pathetic. I figured B was still up seeing as it was Saturday night, still a decent hour and there are no classes on Sunday. So I sent her a message letting her know that I had called it a night and was home. She texted me back about twenty minutes later with a, 'K'. Yep. That's it. Just, 'K'. It took her twenty minutes just to respond with that? How fucking rude! I mean I don't know exactly what I was expecting her to say though.
'Did you have fun?' Nope, I missed you and thought about you the whole damn night.
'It's still kind of early, maybe we can do a late dinner.' You know I'm always hungry.
'Wanna come over and fuck?' On my way baby.
Nope, none of that. All I got was a fucking 'K'.
Spiteful little bitch.
The past three days have been hell. Buffy and I didn't go out and she always made an excuse on why we can't eat a meal together like we've been doing recently. I guess she was mad at me for going out with Ken last week and fuck me I can't figure out what her deal is. It was one damn night. I know she mentioned before about spending time together with me being home more now, but for fucks sake, I go out once without her and it's World War fucking three. I tried to ask her what's up her ass but I couldn't seem to pin her down for more than two minutes.
It was so damn frustrating. I missed her like crazy and it only got worse by the minute. See this is why I regret feeling the way I do about her. It's why I regret kissing her. It's driving me insane with need and got me acting like a fucking chick. This is why my feelings are best kept in check. No way could I deal with shit like this on a daily basis. I'd lose my damn mind. Probably like before when my feelings outweighed my sanity which in the long run, caused me to lose it.
How many times can I let this woman break my heart before it crumbles to pieces? No more is how many. I'm over this. Fuck her. Tonight I'm playing it cool. Gonna get my head out of my ass and not let my feelings for B run me again. And yeah. Tonight. Because we're going out. Imagine that.
After two days of her practically ignoring me, at the end of day three she came to see me. I had just gotten home and showered and set in for a night to chill. I was having a few beers, Xbox controller in hand and getting ready for some button mashing fun. And that's when I felt her. I waited a few minutes, not wanting to make a mad dash to the door to let her in. I didn't want to seem that desperate. But then she never knocked. So I waited some more.
After a few more minutes of nothing, I started to get curious so I go up and headed towards the door. About half way there, that's when a knock finally came. It sounded small and tentative and that turned into more than curiosity, it actually made me nervous. Finally making my way to the door, I pulled it open to see her standing looking a little nervous too.
'What's up with that?' I wondered. I asked her if something was wrong, and she countered by asking me if I was alone. Ah. So that's what was up. Guess she thought she was interrupting something like she did before. If only she knew.
So after a few more awkward moments she finally relaxed and apologized for being so 'unavailable' for the past few days. She never really told me what was up her ass, but it didn't matter. She said she was sorry, actually said she missed me too. Then I was sorry. For what I don't exactly know what, but I guess for whatever it was I did to piss her off. And the fact that she missed me? Yeah, I would've owned up to anything if it meant I got to keep the feeling that was inside of me when she said she missed me. But whatever. I'm squashing these feelings remember?
So we made plans to go out this weekend. And yep, actual plans. Not B showing up and suggesting we go out to do something and me agreeing telling her I have nothing to do anyway so why the hell not. So it's kinda like a date, huh? Only not. Because we're just friends. And friends don't date. They just hang. And that's what tonight is. Just hanging. Yep. Two friends that made plans to just hang. Nope. Not at all a date.
Right now I'm waiting in my jeep waiting for her and wondering where we're going tonight. When we made plans for this none date, I told B I didn't really care where we went, so she said she'd think of something. I just shrugged and said I was down for whatever. Only, I really hope we don't end up at a club or something because I don't think my raging libido could handle her right now in a club setting.
So now here I am waiting outside of the castle for her with the radio up loud and tapping my thumb on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. I was supposed to be here at seven, but I've known B long enough and having to wait on her a few times over the years to know seven usually means about seven-thirty for her. She's such a fucking chick.
I'm so lost in the tunes and my thoughts, that I don't even notice when she's at the door until she opens it and gets in. I mean I felt her, but that's because I knew she was close. So it startles me a little but when she sits down and closes the door I definitely notice.
She smells so damn good and she looks like a million bucks. Not that she doesn't always, but tonight she's dressed up and she looks good enough to eat. She has on this little black dress that I know all too well because I was with her when she bought it. I can remember thinking when she did, that I'd love to be the lucky fucker that took her out when she wore it. Or took her out of it.
The dress itself is sheer at the top and on the sleeves, but it has this mesh type material at the body of it that fits her like a glove. The skirt part of it is kinda stretchy and flares out a little at the bottom. And it's short as hell. It looks almost like lingerie and it's sexy as hell. My gaze travels over her until I reach her face and she's sporting that cute as fuck little half smile of hers. I clear my throat to bring myself out of the lusty haze I know is written all over my face.
"Damn B, I'm feeling all kindsa under dressed here. Where the fuck are we going?"
"No place special, and don't worry what you're wearing is fine. You look good." I can see her gaze sweep over me and it makes me shiver a little. She takes her eyes off me and reaches into her purse and pulls out a piece of paper to hand to me.
I flip on the overhead to see what she's given me and its some directions. I frown slightly because I don't know the place but I lean over and them it into the little mouthy direction giving gadget that came with the Jeep. I really hate the damn thing because it talks too damn much and it interrupts my music when it has something to say. I can't be bothered to actually look at the screen to see where it's leading so I guess I have to suffer.
After setting the directions I look at her again and she's staring at me. Our gazes are locked and it feels fucking intense. I feel like I need to lean over and kiss her and tell her how good she looks or something. But I know I don't have the right. And kissing her again is definitely not happening. I'm still trying to get over that shit. It's gone down like this a few times we've been out and I can't help but wonder what the hell she's thinking. I try not to put too much thought into it though because I know it doesn't mean shit. In the light though, I'm able to fully take in the sight of her and fuck me she's gorgeous.
Her makeup is light and classic and her lips are natural and pink but glossy. It looks like she didn't spend that much time on it, but I know better. I'm sure she spent a whole hour to get that 'I didn't do that much with my makeup' look. And damn I want to lean over and kiss her to know what flavor she's wearing because her lips looks so damn kissable right now. The fact that I know what she tastes like only drives my need even more.
"We um, we should probably get going, the reservations are for eight." She rubs her lips together bringing more attention to them as if she knows what I'm thinking.
"Reservations? We're going somewhere that needs reservations B? What the hell kind of joint is this?" I break my attention away from her lips to look up into her eyes.
"The kind where you don't get indigestion or grease stains in your clothes. There's no way I'm ruining this dress. I'm still trying to get out that stain from the other day when you dragged me to that diner at the end of town that has the word mystery in all their menu items."
"The mystery isn't what's in the food B, it's if you'll still be alive by the time you're done with your meal." I explain nonchalantly and try to hide the laugh at the disgusted expression she pulls.
"Then why'd you take me there if the food is…is like, all non food-like and mysterious?"
I shrug slightly, "Spent all my cash at the titty bar last week, it was my turn to fit the bill and the place was cheap." She gasps and now I really have to laugh at the expression she gives with that one.
"Is that where you and Kennedy went? Oh god, I'm going to grow a tail or something aren't I because I had the mystery meat loaf. It was some kind of tail sprouting demon wasn't it? And then my shirt with the mystery stain is going to come alive and try to eat me when I wear it again all because you're funding higher education at strip clubs."
Oh wow….and now I'm killing myself laughing because this girl is just too cute, and just too damn much. I honestly don't know whether to take her serious or not, but regardless, it's funny as hell. Now she's looking at me with that killer pout in place which kinda makes me think she's serious. Buffy can be a real blonde sometimes. If you didn't know her you'd take her for the average ditz when she's just being a chick and saying shit like she just did. I have to give it to her though, with the life we live and the life she's lived, I guess I can give her a break with the weird shit her mind comes up with.
"C'mon B, I'm kidding….you know I'm not gonna feed you anything that's gonna alter that hot little body of yours or come back to haunt you."
"So it was actual meat that I was eating then, right?"
I grin at her. "Yeah I guess it was." That makes her narrow her eyes at me. "Yeah B, it was real meat," I say with a chuckle. "Now let's motor, I'm starving." I look over at her and she's looking straight ahead now with her arms folded and she's pouting again. I grin and roll my eyes a little before reaching up to turn off the overhead light and getting ready to drive off.
Before I do though, I reach over and grab one of her hands, making her unfold her arms and squeeze it lightly. When she turns to look at me, I give her a little wink. Feeling her squeeze back, I know she's not mad with me or anything, and when she smiles back at me, I know she's definitely okay.
Normally our conversation is light and we talk about day to day shit, tease each other a little and just laugh together, but tonight things feel different and I can't quite place it. She's been unusually quiet and I'm too lost in my own thoughts to call her on it.
When I say things feel different, I don't know, it just feels like B and I are doing something totally different than what we've always done but something I don't quite know what. It could be the fact that she hasn't really said more than three sentences to me the whole thirty-minute trip it takes us and the fact that our hands stayed clasped together the entire ride.
Finally arriving at what I now know is a restaurant, I eye our surroundings out of the windshield and I see that the place has a valet. I shoot her a look and she just smiles really sweet back at me and it makes me roll my eyes. Pulling up to the curb, we both get out and one of the guys briskly walks over to me and extends his hands to give me a ticket. I take it and step back and wait for the Jeep to pull away and step closer to Buffy.
"Really B? You bring me to a swank restaurant without telling me? That's fucked up. Here you are looking like you've stepped out of a Cosmo mag and I look like I'm here to rob the joint." I tell her eyeing the place and taking in more the surroundings. There are nothing but couples here, decked out….well not all of them, some are dressed casual, but still.
I'm dressed in dark fitted jeans, a simple long sleeved white fitted tee with my collarless leather jacket and black boots. I was going for simple tonight because I was expecting our normal run of the mill local eating joint or a movie or something. Not some fancy restaurant where the bill is probably going to be about five times the norm and we probably get a snobby waiter.
I feel B's hands on me as she runs them over the arms of my leather jacket and I look at her. She's smiling at me again and standing so close. "You look good Faith, seriously. You have that whole rock star thing going on, it's actually kinda sexy."
"Yeah?" I can't help the grin that sets on my face as she says that.
"Oh yeah," her brows bounce once and she smiles and winks at me. "Now c'mon and stop fussing over what you're wearing. You can be such a girl sometimes." She teases.
"In case you haven't notice B, but I am a girl. You can check if ya want." I grin and wink at her.
She smiles all big and bright, then looks me over making sure to let her eyes linger on the parts that shows I'm definitely all woman. She licks her lips and finally drags her eyes up to meet my amused ones. Fuck I'm so wet right now just from her eyeing me. Is that normal? It can't be to get this turned on from being checked out.
"Nope haven't properly checked, but I definitely noticed." She counters and gives me a wink of her own. "Now let's go," she says and grabs my hand and starts towards the door. I'm starving." Yeah so am I, but what I'm thinking about eating definitely isn't on any menu.
When we get in the short line B stands in front of me but she doesn't let go of my hand and I try not to put too much thought into it. I do notice how close I am behind her and how my other hand has made its way to settle on her hip as we wait. We blend right in with the other couples here and if anyone didn't know better, they'd probably think we were one.
I try to take in the surroundings more, but it's mainly an attempt to take my mind off of her. A failed one at that because she completely fills my senses. The way she looks, the way she smells and with the way my body is humming all over, I just can't think about anything else but her.
"You look so damn good tonight B," I lean down and purr into her ear. And I just can't help myself. She has me feeling like a hungry wolf howling in the night and she's the only one that can salve this hunger inside of me. Plus, I've wanted to say that to her since I laid eyes on her tonight. The fact that she's holding my hand and standing so close is making me drown in my own desire for her.
"You think so?" She turns her head slightly towards me.
"I do. You're flawless, smell good too…good enough to eat," I add because I'm losing control and I'm so into her, not to mention I'm so damn horny.
"Mmmm," I hear her sigh out and lean back into me even more and rest her head against mine. "Later tonight, I'm going to remember you said that."
And just like she turned the table on my ass. I can't come up with a proper response because my brain just shut down at her comment. I feel her giggle a little because I know she knows she's stumped me. Luckily I'm saved from losing all of my cools points as she moves us up and further inside. And thank fucking god because I'm sure I'd still be standing here like an idiot with absolutely nothing to say.
I vaguely hear her tell the maître d her name, because yeah my head is in a fog and then we're moving again. Our hands are still clasped together and I want to pull away from her, mainly to wipe off my sweaty palm because the heat that I feel from her just got turned all the way up.
Being brought to our table, the guy is all smiles as he pulls out both our chairs and places menus down on the table. B finally releases me and takes her seat and I do the same. I scoot my chair closer to the table and start looking around, it's mainly to keep from looking at her. With my mind still in a fog, I hear the guy say something about hoping we enjoy our dinner and that our waiter will be with us shortly.
"So anything particular you feel like eating tonight? I feel like I could eat a mystery horse right now." I hear B say and I drag my eyes to her. She's staring down at her menu, and I'm staring at her.
"Yeah B, definitely something I feel like eating tonight. Thought I made that clear before we walked in." She looks up at me now and a shy smile dances across her lips and I can see her blush a little.
"On the menu Faith," she says and picks up a glass of water to sip some and looks back down at the menu with a smile still in place.
I grin at the blush she's sporting, and I finally pick up the menu in front of me, but I'm still watching her and I can tell she's trying not to look back at me now as she studies the menu like it holds the meaning of life. Yep, the flirty ball is definitely back in my court now.
This is gonna be a long night.