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Chapter 1- Doesn�t Suck To Be Me
Author�s note: This one�s for my Boo.
"Faith, are you coming with me
later?"
Does she expect a real answer? I mean, she
leaves these opportunities wide open for me, how can I resist?
"Hey, pervert, I know you're
thinking of at least a dozen ways you can answer that question, but all I need
is one. Then I can scoff and you can laugh and we can move on to your real
answer."
"How do you know I was thinkin' perverted thoughts, B? I might have been thinkin' of my schedule for today. Goin' through the calendar on my
Outlook. Ya know?" I act all innocent and
hurt.
She snorts all knowingly, "How do I know
you're thinking perverted thoughts?" She starts using her fingers to count
each point. "Because today is a day that ends in �Y'.
I saw that little smirk you had on your face, it's the naughty thoughts smirk.
You love to turn anything I say into sexual innuendo. The only time
anything is scheduled on your outlook calendar is when Giles sends you a
meeting invite that you haven't deleted yet..."
I hold a hand up to stop her, "Ok, ok,
smartass. What time do ya hafta
be there?"
"They said by 5:30, so anytime before then is cool."
"And how�re we gettin'
there?"
"I thought we'd take the subway, no need
for the car just to go pick up the tickets."
"Are we patrollin'
after the game?"
"No, Giles has Rona and Kennedy on duty
tonight."
"Good, I'm glad you told him not to put
her with me."
"You're gonna
have to deal with her sooner or later Faith. We can't all just draw the short
straw because she gets under your skin."
"Well, I didn't mean that I wouldn't
patrol with her ever again, I just didn't wanna do it
so soon."
Buffy steps up and draws the shower curtain
back. I don't know why, it's not like she can't see me,
we have one of those see-through curtains. She pulls me out from under the
shower spray and water goes rushin� to the floor. I'm
about to complain when I see the look in her eyes.
"I can't stand watching all that water cascade down your body and not do something
about it." She growls before pulling me into a heated but wet kiss.
Suddenly, the kiss is broken and I'm shoved back into the shower and the
curtain is roughly pulled closed. Buffy's already out outta the room when I regain my bearings.
That horn dog, it must be a week before her
period. She always gets that way the week before. Damn! I better get in
double-sex overtime for the next week, because I'll be goin'
solo for a few days once the red tide is in. Ms. Tightly Wound doesn't like to
do anything durin' her period.
She's all, �Ick,
Faith. No, don't even think about it. Ewwwwwwwwww!'
And it's not like I'm even askin' to go down on her, I just wanna
give her a handjob, help ease the cramps and the
bitchiness a little and get a lil' love in return.
But all I get is �No'.
Oh well, her loss. I finish shampooin' my hair and marvelin'
at her weird ways.
After I'm done, I go into the bedroom and
Buffy's gettin' dressed, she already took her shower.
I wish she'd have waited for me. I love our shower time together.
"You're sure you don't mind Will and Xander coming with us? I mean they're your tickets."
The radio station's prize was 4 tickets, not
just the two I thought it was. That's pretty fuckin'
sweet.
"Nah, not at all, B. Who else am I gonna ask?
Andrew?"
"Not unless you wanna
sit there explaining why the ball is orange, what pattern they used for the net
and why they can't play �keep away' until the last second and win by �one
basket'."
I chuckle. "I take it you watched a game
with him."
"Not me. Xander. We heard about the
whole thing in detail the next day."
"Xander's a freakin' saint. I can't believe he let Andrew move in with
him. I'd hang myself after the first Star Trek marathon."
Buffy stops foolin'
with her bracelet and looks up. "Don't even joke about that kind of thing
Faith, somehow these things have a way of becoming true, and I just couldn't
stand that."
"What me hangin'
myself?"
"No, him moving in
here."
She runs out of the room before I have a
chance to throw a pillow at her.
"You better run, Princess!"
I finish gettin� dressed
while Buffy's in the kitchen makin� coffee.
"Sweety, I'm gonna go get the mail downstairs, I'll be right back!"
"Ok, babe!"
I go into the kitchen and pour the coffee
into our mugs, I realize I have this goofy grin on my
face. Things have just been going so well these last few months. Topped off by my proposal to Buffy two days ago on Valentine's Day.
There used to be a time when all this would
scare the livin' shit out of me and I would ruin it
on purpose so I didn't have to wait for the day that it would all go down the
shitter.
I still get moments of doubt, but I've
learned not to let them rule my life. I realize after almost two years Buffy
actually does love me, she's not just pretending so she can dump me and get the
ultimate revenge.
Don't fuckin'
laugh. That horrible thought had my stomach in knots for the first six months.
I drove her nuts with always questionin� why she
loved me.
One day she just flat out said:
"Faith, you ask me why I love you and
all I can tell you is this. For the first time in years I've been able to
breathe again, and I didn't know it but I still had a death wish. Nothing was
ever as good as it was in heaven or wherever I was when I died. Being in love
with you, I haven't had that same wish to die. To protect people yes, but not
to hope that a vamp or demon would get a lucky break one day so that I could go
back to wherever that was. I know this is hard for you to believe, but I love
you. I. Love. You. Faith.
With all that I am. I can't think of any other way to make you believe or
accept that, other than beating the snot out of you. But if that's what it's gonna take then let's go."
And she got in a fightin'
stance. After that day my fears subsided and I started to really enjoy bein' with her. I wasn't always thinkin'
of when or how the shit would hit the fan.
I still get that feelin'
of waitin' for the other shoe to drop, especially
when things are goin' really, really good, like now.
But I get through �em.
Buffy comes in with the mail and I look
around the wall of the kitchen. She's lookin' at a
letter and has an adorable frowny face. Probably some
bill she thought she paid.
"Everything alright,
B?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. This letter came for
you, it looks like it was forwarded to an address in Boston, then to the Old
Council's address in England and finally here. God that's weird. It was mailed
over a month ago."
"Who's it from?"
"Do you know a Dee Gennaro?"
Oh shit. I think I heard that other shoe just
drop.
How could I feel blindsided by this? I was
just thinkin' how things can suddenly turn to shit,
and now I'm surprised that it's headin' south.
I play it off. I don't want to think about
what that letter could be sayin'.
"Not that I can remember. Probably
someone I pissed off. Could be an old high school friend tellin'
me how she's all married now and has ten rugrats.
I'll open it later."
Buffy's eyes narrow, she can smell the
bullshit from a mile away. But the thing about her that works so well with me
is she doesn't press, she knows eventually I'll come clean, but that I need a while
to process stuff on my own. Don't get me wrong though, she'll be hurt my first
instinct was to lie to her, and I really have to stop doin'
that.
I don't know why that's my first reaction.
It's like a defense mechanism I can't fuckin' get rid
of.
"Here's your coffee, honey." I put
the sugar in my voice and smile a sweet dimpled smile.
She's so gonna kick
my ass in about a day.
"Thanks," She comes into the
kitchen and accepts the mug I have held out to her. "Mmmm, coffee." She's got that yummy look on her
face and I get a delicious feelin' in my stomach. The
heat I feel is slowly travelin' south and I better
stop starin' �cause I'm gettin'
myself in trouble here and if I try to make a move on B she's gonna kick my ass even harder later.
"Ok, so, plan is?"
"We go to see Giles,
he's the only one we haven't talked to about our engagement. I want to tell him
face to face. We should do some training while we're there. Will and Xander said they'd meet us downtown at the station when we
pick up the tickets and we can go to the restaurant together."
"Sounds good. What time's the tip-off?"
She just blinks at me and I chuckle.
"What time�s the game start?"
"Oh, they said at 8."
"Awesome, this is gonna
be such a great day!" I pull her into a hug. "Thanks so much,
B!" I kiss her and go to put on my boots.
I make sure to take the letter with me and
put it in the inner pocket of one of my jackets. I just can't deal with it now.
*****
"I'm very happy for the both of you. Any
idea when you'll have the ceremony?"
"Not yet, we haven't really talked about
all that." Buffy looks at me nervously.
I smile at her and wink.
"Probably in a year or so, make sure we
have all our ducks in a row. We're gonna need to have
a big shindig. If that's what B wants, o'course.
It's her day."
"Why isn't it your day, too?"
"'Cause you've been
probably dreamin' of this day forever, B. I never thought I'd ever be in a relationship let
alone one that would lead to marriage, so I don't have any dreams."
"You haven't had any dreams about what
you'd like our day to be like when we got married since we've been
together?" Her voice is raisin' an octave.
Uh oh. I forget sometimes that Buffy is a total girl and
would be thinkin' of this stuff all the time. Except when she's kickin' demon ass o'course.
Giles clears his throat and removes his
glasses. He has an awkward smile on his face and looks like he's tryin' come up with something to help diffuse the
situation.
Time to do some damage
control.
"Well, I was just sayin'
that you'll probably have ideas that you've wanted to put into play for a long
time. I'll help you plan it B and it's gonna
be our day, but I'm not gonna have any kinda beautiful ideas that you'd have. Ya
get me?"
"Yeah, I do." Her face is softer
and she leans forward in her chair to give me a kiss. "So we'll start
planning soon."
Phew, I feel like I just dodged a cannonball.
"Yep. I might have an idea or two on the color of the bridesmaids dresses." I hope I come up with somethin' before she calls me on it.
"Oh, really?" She looks impressed. "Just so long as it's not
green, Xander's were green and we all know what
happened there."
I chuckle and give her a quick kiss. I glance
over at Giles and he looks grateful that there wasn't an argument.
"Should we train?"
"Yes, perhaps it would be best if you
two got in a spot of training. I've procured some new weapons I'd like to get
your opinion on."
"New weapons!? That's kick ass!!"
Buffy rolls her eyes. "Are you gonna be that excited about planning our wedding?"
"Yeah, 'specially
if there's weapons."
"What would a Slayer's wedding be
without them?" Buffy says sarcastically.
We get in a couple hours of training. Giles
showed us the weapons and taught us how they could best be used. Damn they were
fuckin' off the chain! I can't wait to get a chance
to use �em. Of course we have to train with �em a few more times before he'll let us take �em into the field. God forbid we use �em
incorrectly.
I wonder if he's always had that giant stick
up his ass. I mean we've heard about Ripper and stuff, but how could you go
from bein' totally badass and rebellious to bein' an old grandma type?
I try to picture myself with glasses, drinkin' tea and with a book permanently attached to the
end of my nose. I just don't see it.
*****
It's 4:30 and we're waitin'
downtown for Will and Xander outside the radio
station. We could just go in and get the tickets but Xander
wanted to meet the people from the station.
He probably knows he might see me punch that
DJ dude in the throat for pervin' on B. He likes watchin' the fights, it's almost like wrestlin'
or that American Gladiator shit to him.
I don't know if I'll do anything to the DJ.
We'll just hafta see what kinda
shit he says.
I look over and see Buffy shiver and pull her
closer to me.
"Should we wait in the lobby,
baby?"
"Good idea, let
me call Will and tell her we'll be inside."
I'm kinda
disappointed because I'd rather snuggle all close with her, but I don't want
her to suffer out here just because I'm mega horny. That training at Giles' got
me really worked up, what else is new right? B and I were gettin'
hot and heavy in the shower we took together, but then she noticed she could
hear others through the wall, full on body blushed and that was the end of
that.
We walk around the lobby lookin'
at the pictures of celebrities that have been to the station and stuff and then
take a seat on the couch. Buffy snuggles in close to me and I'm so happy I'm grinnin' like a motherfucker.
We're goin' to see
a basketball game!! Celtics vs. the Knicks. There's
just so much about today that's fuckin' awesome.
We don't have to patrol later, we're gonna go to a nice restaurant before the game, Kennedy's
not here, B promised she wouldn't fall asleep before we got to take care of the
hornies and I get some snuggles while we wait for the
Wonder Twins. I could skip and do a jig, but I'm not a total loser so I don't.
"Hi guys!" Willow says all
breathlessly. Buffy jumps up and rushes over to her and they hug like they
didn't just see each other yesterday.
Fuckin' cracks me up.
"Xander!!" I rush over to him and pick him up in a big bear hug
like he was my long lost brother.
He starts gigglin�
like a girl and gets all swoony, immediately understandin'
and playin' along with my joke. "Faith,
dear heart! How long has it been my sweet? Since 8 o'clock yesterday?!
Tell me sweetheart, tell me we'll never leave it so
long to glance upon each other, ever, ever again!"
I put him down and hold him at arms length. "No, never, my one-eyed
stallion!" The penis implication wasn't lost on him and he chuckles
like Beavis.
I'm about to do a Butthead laugh when I feel
a smack at the back of my head and let go of Xander
to rub at where my man handlin' woman hit me. I turn
to her and she and Willow are glarin' at us.
Willow comes over to me and gives me a hug
while Buffy goes to do the same to Xander.
"Oooh, Will.
This hug is gettin' me all worked up. You sure your
girl won't mind?"
She tightens her arms around me and fuck if she isn't squeezin' the
breath out of me. Damn mojo, she's usin' it to increase her strength.
Before she can pop me like a grape I manage
to gasp out, "Got it, uhhh huhhh,
Red. No huhhhh makin' fun huuuuh of huuu-hugs."
She eases up on the squeezin'
and then gives me a lingerin' kiss on the cheek. I
look over at B with raised eyebrows and she's got a huge grin on her face that
says �Don't mess with my witch-y best friend who's
happy that we're engaged.' I smile back at her and she knows I get it.
We talk a lot with facial expressions, it's
funny but I guess it's just instinct. I can look over at her and know exactly
what she's thinkin' and she can do the same to me.
But the difference between us is sometimes
she's able to hide her true thoughts from me. I can't do that with her. I've
tried and it just ends up really bad for me �cause she knows I lied. Sucks.
After our re-acquaintance scene we tell the
receptionist we're ready to go pick up our tickets and she dials someone up on
the phone.
About 5 minutes later some chubby blonde guy
comes into the lobby all smiles. I have to admit he looks kinda
cute.
Like a big teddy bear with skin.
"Are you Buffy?" He asks Willow.
"Nope," She says slightly
embarrassed. "Sh-she is." She points to B
and the DJ redirects his attention.
"Wow, you're a cutie! Boy,
if I wasn't married and you weren't engaged, oh the possibilities!"
He cracks himself up as he reaches out to shake her hand. "I'm
Tanker."
The fuck kinda name
is "Tanker"? Probably �cause he's built like
a tanker truck.
He spots me as he's shakin'
B's hand like it's a limb on a money tree. "And whoah,
ho, ho....this must be Faith!"
I nod and extend my hand.
"Well darlin',
I can see why Buffy'd want to win those tickets for ya." He winks and I squeeze his hand a little hard.
What can I say? I'm cheap like that. His eyes go a little wide and whatever
else pervy he was about to say just died on his lips.
"Who are your friends?" He smiles and clears his throat nervously.
"That's Willow, and Xander.
Our best friends." I finally let go of his hand
and he shakes it out. B glares and I give her my innocent shrug that says
�What? He's a wuss, that my fault?'
"Nice to meet you
both." He shakes their hands
gingerly. I must have squeezed too hard. That'll fuckin'
teach him. If you could see my lip it's in a definite pout �cause B's all dissaprovin'.
I'm such a baby sometimes.
"C'mon, I'll take you up to meet Sheri.
She and I waited to meet you guys. So did most of our crew. We were just so
taken with your story, it's really great to hear that kinda thing these days." He babbles as we make our way
up to their studio.
He opens the door for us and immediately I
see some older blonde chick. She's really good lookin',
I'm stunned.
"Sheri, here are Faith and Buffy!"
Tanker announces us like we're guests on Jay Leno.
Sheri is impressed with us, you can tell.
She's like an open book. Right off the bat I can tell she's in a relationship
that's goin' no where. And
I can also tell she's curious.
I put my arm around Buffy as Sheri comes up
to us.
"Very nice to meet you
both!" She shakes B's hand
and then looks over to me. I can see a hint of a blush on her face.
She digs me.
Well ain't that somethin'? I feel B stiffen under my arm, she's not happy
but her face doesn't show it at all. Sheri looks at me more fully and turns to
shake my hand too. I give her a quick but firm shake,
don't wanna be too rude, I hate those handshakes that
are like shakin' a dead fish. All limp and shit.
"It's so nice to finally meet both of
you." Ya said that already, Sheri. Nervous much? "We were buzzing about your story for the
last couple of days, you're like celebrities around
here now." She smiles with a hint of shyness.
Must be our slayer presence she feels, I
wonder if she knows about slayers. Maybe her sister's one or somethin'. There's a thought.
They introduce us to their crew and for the
next hour they show us how the studio works. We get to do our own promos for
the radio station. Mine was badass to the core.
"Hey, whassup? This is
Faith and you're listening to the only radio station that doesn't have a DJ in
jail for public drunkenness. 92.3 WMOP."
Buffy's was cute, "This is Buffy, [pause], yes that's my real name. Gosh, rude much?
Anyway, you're listening to 92.3 WMOP where the music is hot and the talk is
cheap. Very
cheap."
I doubt they'll be used for anything, but it
was cool that they let us do that. They played �em
back for us and Buffy was blushin' as red as a tomato
and sayin' her voice sounded stupid.
I sounded like a lunkhead
but a wicked sexy lunkhead, so whatever. B thought it
was great and that's all that matters.
Finally, they give us our tickets and explain
that we're gettin' a luxury box to ourselves.
FUCKIN' SCORE!!!!!!!!
Xander let's out a whoop and an
air punch and I pick him up and twirl him while doin'
a jig, then I throw him up in the air and catch him a couple of times while he
squeals, again, like a little girl. But this time it's for real.
Buffy and Willow look fuckin'
mortified. Sheri, Tanker and the crew look like Jesus came back and walked on
the water in the huge aquarium they have in the studio.
I let Xander down
and we bow our heads sheepishly.
Fuck man, I'm such a dork sometimes.
Oh whatever, this is fuckin'
HUGE! I skip over to B, grabbin' her hand and swingin' it happily. She loves when I act all excited, she
was just worried at my display of strength in front of strangers.
"You must work out," Tanker says
with a grin and an impressed wink. "Like every waking minute." He
gets this intense look on his face.
I blow it off.
"Faith was exposed to radioactive Goop
as a kid. She's like the Hulk." Xander jokes.
Willow punches him in the arm.
After a few more awkward looks Buffy saves
the day.
"You said something about taking
pictures?"
"Oh yeah, I almost forgot! C'mon gather
round, we'll take pictures for our wall."
After the pictures and promises to keep in
touch we leave the studio.
We've got reservations at a nice Steakhouse
at 6:30. It's not too fancy but it is really popular, so we don't have to dress
up but you do hafta call ahead.
It's too cold to walk so we squeeze into a
cab and Buffy hangs on to me for dear life. She'll never get used to NYC cabs. Bein' this close to B and all warm and still horny is messin' with me.
She forgets about her fright long enough to
catch the look on my face.
"Later, baby, ok?" She whispers
into my ear and that doesn't help my situation.
"When later, like now?" I grin.
"Awwwwww, look
at how much in love they are." Willow gushes. "It's soooooo cute!"
Buffy grins at her friend but I can tell
she's tryin' not to play our happiness up too much
because she knows that Red and Ken are still havin'
problems. They haven't said anything to me and I think it's because they know
if I find out somethin' like Ken cheated her ass is
grass.
"Thanks, Will.
I don't think Faith likes to be thought of as cute though."
"Oh, but she is, soooooo
soooooooo CUTE." Willow's makin'
fun now. Witchy Bitch. Heh. It's
ok, I like her so she gets a pass.
"Yeah like a fluffy bunny!" Xander says and then everyone goes quiet. They're thinkin' about Anya. Didn't really know the chick but I
know Xander is still broken up about her.
I try to lighten the mood. "I'm about as
fluffy as a lizard."
Buffy takes my hand in hers and rubs it.
"Your skin does get scaly when you don't moisturize."
And just like that we're back to jokin' and ribbin' on each other.
Sweet.
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