I Hate How I Love You
Fear, Itself
’Kay, folks here’s another short one.
Was gonna write more, but telling my girl I
was late for our date because I was writing?
So not good.
Anyway, enjoy and check out the other fic I’m working on.
Faith POV
I can’t help the chuckle that escapes me, “I’m not
uh…” I pause, trying to find the right word.
“Dating?” B supplies for me.
“Well, I wouldn’t say that, ‘dating’ is kind of a strong
word for what we’re doing. We’re just
good friends – with more fucking.”
That’s mostly true, it isn’t like Tess and I have actually gone on anything
resembling a date. I do, however,
genuinely enjoy being around her – which is more than I can say about my last
few fuck-buddies.
She eyes me suspiciously, “I thought you said they had a ‘no
screwing customers’ policy at the Bronze.”
“They do.”
“Ah-hem… elaborate, please.”
She doesn’t like my answer?
“She doesn’t work there anymore,” I smile, remembering the
night she told me. Maybe I should thank
her and Cordy for that… nah.
Cordy decided to… profess her love for me…” I wink.
“Well, it looks like you sure got over Cordelia fast.”
“Yeah, about as fast as I got under her,” hmm… gotta
remember that one. She gives me that
cute little half smile.
“So, you’re really not angry anymore?” she asks a little
unsurely. Yeah, but I’m sure I could
still use a little fun. I stroll over,
backing her against the counter. Placing
both hands on either side of her body, I lean close, so we’re nose to
nose. She’s terrified,
I can see it in her eyes.
“And what exactly would you do if I were still furious?” my
voice is soft, but steely. She gulps.