A World Apart

Cry Wolf

2008-04-29T22:40:44Z

The phone had been ringing off the hook. Faith just ignored it for the longest time. Sliding her arm over a sleeping Wesley, she smiled watching him sleep, the rhythmic movement of his chest rising and falling began to be hypnotic. As she drifted off again, one thought was prominent on her mind, how could she have hurt this man?

They both changed so much over the years; they were truly two different people now. He moved under the weight of her arm, gingerly she moved it so not to wake him. Carefully she slipped out of the bed, grabbed her cell, quietly padding on bare feet to the bathroom, and closed the door.

It was the Council. It was always the Council. That wasn’t exactly true; B’ called occasionally just to check on her, as did Giles. Faith figured they wanted to make sure she was still a ‘good slayer,’ which she found totally amusing. Maybe it was to see if she and Wes were still together. None of them had talked to either of them when they found out the news; so far she and Wes had stood the test of time.

She returned the Council’s call, as much as she hated dealing with them, it brought in money for both of them. This time they would travel to Mecklenburg, German to investigate the alleged werewolf sightings. It had been over two hundred years since anything had been reported. Werewolves or the idea of them at least, had been woven in the town’s history since the 1600’s.

This was a free trip to Germany, time for them to get away from people they knew, and hopefully a chance to kill a nasty beast.

Putting her cell on the counter, she turned the knobs of the shower to hot; she climbed in to the wet warmth.

a_world_apart_ @ 2007-05-26T12:56:00

2007-05-26T10:58:42Z

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"Hmmm, I'm liking this very much," I agree, gasping when she pressed her hot palm against my straining erection. My hips arched up to meet the touch while my lips parted to get more air into my lungs. Leave it to Faith to get me breathless this quickly. I had to admit, quite amused, that this exercise beat all others.

My fingers tangled in her hair while she played with my body as though it was a fine tuned instrument. She seemed to remember just what I liked and where to touch me. It didn't take much for her to have me moaning and aching for more. "Faith," I murmured, thinking that I couldn't take a lot of teasing this time.

It had been so long. So bloody long since we'd been this close. And I wanted her closer, though still not really sure if I deserved that. A thought I had to shoo aside and one which ran off quickly when Faith went to work in earnest.

"Faith, please," I whispered, wrapping one leg around her to pull her closer. Arms went around her torso tightly, her words making me smile. Tilting my head back, I looked into her eyes and kissed the tip of her nose. "I need you, love. I need you now. No playing this time, alright? Please? You can do that whole teasing me to death later, I promise," I added with a smirk.

And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me

2006-10-28T16:10:42Z

Sighing, I realized, I’d been all over the place, probably not making sense, I wanted him to know that the holidays always excited me; but this is the first time I’d ever let anyone see that.

For as long as I could remember I’d loved Christmas, even when things were shit, and I wanted to tell the entire world to fuck off, there was just something about the holiday. Year after year, I’d wait up all night long for Santa, and even though he didn’t come, I still waited. That was until I discovered the truth.

And if I were to be honest, some Christmases, when I was finally alone, I’ve spent every Christmas alone, since my teens, every Christmas but one. And on that Christmas there was a miracle. Secretly, after that I would at times, if you looked, I’d sit for a while looking out the window looking for Santa. Fuck, if Vampires could exist, why couldn’t Santa?

This was my second Christmas to spend with someone. The thought that someone wanted to spend it with me, it was their choice, well it made me all tingly inside, okay maybe that was the horniness, but still.

Okay so there’s always been a softer side to Faith, fuck me, so I don’t show it, it’s still there, and I guess I just want Wes to know everything about me. To know everything so if he wants to leave he can just get the hell out before he breaks my heart.

Everyone always leaves, and I can’t help but expect he will too. But miracles happen during the holidays, or something. So I’m all hyper girl.

Sighing I slip out of bed.

“Sorry,” I offer apologetically. “I’m hyper slayer.” To make my point I jump up and down in place about five times and then stop.

Seductively peeling off my clothes, cause that’s what I do, I slowly crawl back under the crisp cool sheets. “This time, you’re right.” Damn did I say that out loud? It was out there.

Giving a half smile, I studied his tired face, licking my lips I continued, “Things can wait for … now,” lifting my hand, my index finger traced his dry lips.

a_world_apart_ @ 2006-07-25T20:30:00

2006-07-25T18:30:40Z

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“Bloody Slayers and their enthusiasm.” She’d jumped out of my arms, swayed and before I could grab her tumbled back against the wall. She must’ve hit her head or some such because she was out like a light. Muttering under my breath I picked her up and slide toward the exit. The voices behind us were getting louder and louder, making me duck into some niche in the hopes that they’d not find us and that Faith wouldn’t wake up and give us away.

Holding my breath I could feel the fear race though my body. Not fear for myself, but fear for her. After being in a coma for a year, I wanted her out of here, despite of how worried I was about her. One couldn’t really trust these doctors. If I’d not been at her bed pretty much twenty four seven, they would’ve done any number of tests on her. I’m still not sure if they hadn’t gotten away with some anyway. If that was the case I was going to hunt them down and head were going to roll. Possibly testicles.

The two fellows who were on duty this evening just had to stop and yak about near where we were standing. It was painfully obvious how much weight she had lost as I kept her close to my chest, cradled in my arms. Knowing her previous appetite that should be solved soon, but it was still worrying. I don’t know how long I stood there, holding my breath, but after a while they finally moved on and I could slide out of the niche.

Running through the hallway I slide around the walls as though I were some common thief. Well, I’m stealing their patient, so I guess that’s one way of looking at it. I was almost letting out a small cry when I finally ran onto the parking lot and over to my car. Carefully putting her on the backseat I didn’t let out the relieved breath I’d been holding until I pulled away from the hospital and no one was following us.

We got back to my apartment in record time and I carried her upstairs. I actually had search my keys for the right one before I was able to open the door. Depositing her on the bed, I went to get a cloth and some cool water, looking down at her worried. I wish she’d wake up. What am I going to do if she’s slid into a coma again? Oh god.

“Faith?” I tried carefully, dabbing her face with the wet cloth. The next thing I knew her hand shot out and her lips were pressed to mine. Oh. Brain. Gone. Good lord. When she pulled back I blinked at her, breathing hard.

“What?” I was right? “You don’t have to sound so surprised. Errr… What was I right about?” Maybe she’s still confused, she’s making very little sense. Maybe her kiss had short circuited my brain and I was making no sense. I don’t know.

I just couldn’t stop drinking in her sight. Smiling and awake and alive. And here. With me. Which was the most important thing. Wait. Food? “I’m afraid I don’t have much in the way of…”

Did she just tell me she loved me?

I could only blink eat her stupidly again, leaning into the fingers weaving through my hair and then brushing my face. God, when was the last time I shaved? When was the last time I had proper shower anyway. And why was I thinking about *that * when she just told me she loves me without a flinch.

“Well those are…very important things,” I murmured.

Awakenings ....

2005-10-25T21:10:36Z

“Fuck,” I tried to mutter, my mouth dry, lips crusty. I’d been somewhere, and I couldn’t remember where. Still lyin’ in that deep abyss, I heard him call to me as he had so often before, in that sweet wonderful voice of him, callin’ me back to him.

He and I had come full circle, from hatin’ each other to lovin’ each other. I gulped, my throat hurt. Quietly, my brain yelled fuck again at the ‘L’ word. I didn’t do that, hadn’t done that until … . Inside I smiled, and then began to fight the memories that were flooding back.

The dreams, horrible, terrible ones, dreams that were killin’ me. As consciousness began to envelop me, my eyes fluttered open, slowly the white ceiling came into focus, and I turned my head almost jumpin’. A jack-o-lantern stood there unblinkin’ at me.

Movin’ in the bed, I tried to remove myself from the manacles they’d used to restrain me. Glancin’ over, the IV was still merrily drippin’ the drugs concocted to hold me down.

I was lucid, back and I wanted outta this bed.

The dreams were gone, somethin’ was still there; I wasn’t sure what. Either a gift or a curse didn’t much matter, I’d deal, I always dealt.

Lookin’ around the room, there signs of him everywhere. His books, haphazardly strewn around the room, looked as if he lived there. I had to smile; I bet he never left my side, well only when he had to.

A sense of happiness welled up within that kept the rage at being pinned down like an animal at bay, for now at least. As the clock on the wall slowly ticked the minutes away, I felt restless and angry. I wanted out … now!

A small perception of time began to take hold, it had been Christmas and now it was obviously Halloween. We’d both spent much to much of our lives in this, and I wanted out now, not just of the bed, but away from the G’man, B everyone.

Made up my mind right then and there, I’d ask him to take me away; we could fight vamps on our own. I wanted him and I wanted to live. The others hadn’t given a damn, I was rememberin’ every detail all the things that brought us together in the first place. I owed him a Christmas, and it was going to get it, a year late, but what was the sayin’ better late than never.

I’d convince him to leave LA, even if I had to fuck him to dead. I grinned at the thought.

It felt like a lifetime before he finally entered the room. This ordeal had taken its toil on him, his shoulders hunched over as he stared at the floor, lost in thought.

Very quietly and directly and with a slight grin, I began. “Get me the fuck outta here.” His head bobbed up like a toy in the bar of a car. “You look like hell by the way.”

I made an attempt to reach my arms up to him, but I was thwarted by the stupid chains.