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A/N: Thanks for the feedback. I sit here with a big goofy smile when i read it. Anyhow, this is the last "R" rated chapter. The nexy one will have the good stuff, I promise. In the meanwhile, let me know what you think.

Chapter Five -- Ascending

The days were countin� down till graduation and the Mayor�s Ascension. The Scoobs found out that he had done some kinda ritual to make himself immortal, so that limited our action to when he transformed.

The plans were set . . . we�d unleash hell on the Mayor and his allies with the rest of the Senior Class . . . and me and B had the job of takin� out the beast.

The only thing we had left to do was wait.

We were spendin� most of our free time in the library. The Scoobs researchin�, me and B developing strategy, Giles analyzing it all.

Though me and B really never brought up the night of the prom, I know it was on both of our minds. Maybe under different circumstances, we woulda talked it out.

Or fucked it out.

Heh.

Yeah, that woulda been MY chosen path.

But in all truth, we were kinda too busy to focus on anything but graduation and the Ascension.

Still, there were little changes that I was noti. S. She was always holdin� onto my hand or found some way to keep constant physical contact. It�s not like she was really tryin� to hide it from the Scoobs. They�d see her holdin� onto my hand or playin� with my hair, but I didn�t think that it really phased them.

Interesting side note? They really DID notice it, and they were all forming their own opinions on what was happenin� between us. But I�ll get more to that later.

Another thing that changed was that B would let me give her a kiss every night after patrol. On the lips. Hell yeah. It was simple and innocent enough. Just a peck, really.

But the fact that she was lettin� me take that from her, especially with her �boyfriend� still in the picture? Well, it kinda floored me. Cuz if she was lettin� me take that much from her when he was around, I kept imagining what she might possibly give AFTER he was outta the picture.

And THAT�S what got me through the cold lonely nights at my motel.

Well . . . that, and porn.

But that�s a different story altogether.

So about two days before the big showdown, me and B were patrollin� like always. I could tell that somethin� was up with her cuz she was grippin� onto my hand so hard that it kinda hurt.

I finally stopped us and made her face me, tilting up her chin so that she was lookin� me in the eyes.

�What�s wrong this time?� I asked her. I wasn�t tryin� to be rude, but I kinda hate when she gets all quiet and kitteny. I rather have her ramble on about her schoolwork or somethin� equally boring.
�It�s . . . I was just wondering . . .� She said before pausing.

�Spit it out, B. I�m aging here, and not so gracefully either.�

Did I mention that I�m a little impatient? Heh.

�. . . I was thinking that maybe instead of walking me home tonight . . . you could just drop me off at Angel�s instead.�

Oh.

Not exactly what I was expecting. So, what then? She wanna get in a few last minute screws before he leaves? I couldn�t hide my confused and slightly hurt look, and she picked up on it right away.

�It�s not like that, Faith. Him and I just have some . . . unresolved issues. He�s leaving soon, and I�d rather him and I clear things up first.� She explained, tryin� to look as calm and comforting as possible.

I shook my head as if to clear my thoughts.

�Whatever, B.� With that said, I let go of her hand and started walking quickly in the direction of Angel�s mansion. I heard her steps next to me, trying to keep up.

We walked in silence; I think she was smart enough to realize that I wasn�t feeling particularly fuckin talkative. I wasn�t sure exactly what to feel. I mean, yeah, I was kinda pissed. But what business was it of mine? He was her �boyfriend� or whatever. I was just a bit of cold comfort.

When we finally got to the mansion, I had no intentions of hangin� around to see the lovey-dovey festivities. Before B could even fully face me, I tried to make my escape.

�Alright, you�re here safe and sound. Catch ya later.�

I began to walk away but stopped when I felt her hand on my shoulder.

�You�re leaving? Just like that?� She asked. What the fuck did she want from me? I just nodded. She looked down before she said, �Aren�t you forgetting something?�

I furrowed my eyebrows as I thought about it. What could I be forgetting? Dignity and pride? I checked those at B�s door. Heartache? I had that. Confusion? I definitely wasn�t forgetting that one.

After a second, I shrugged my shoulders and gave her a blank look before shaking my head, �no�.
As she closed the distance between us and stood up on her toes to brush her lips softy against mine, I realized what I had forgotten: her goodnight kiss. Guess it had kinda become an unspoken tradition.

When she backed away from the soft kiss, I shook my head at her.

�I wasn�t forgettin� that, B. I just figured that you�d be savin� your vicarious smoochies for your boy-toy in there. Besides, now he�s gonna smell me on your lips. That can�t be healthy for your �relationship�.� I couldn�t help the bitter tone in my words.

She sighed. �Faith, I already told you. Angel and I aren�t . . .� she began but her words were cut off as we heard her name being called from inside the mansion.

I was ready to make my exit once again, but I suddenly found myself being dragged into the mansion by a fairly frantic Buffy. She practically ran us through the house and to Angel�s bedroom where we found him slumped up against the wall, as arrow stickin� out of his back.

Heh. �Angel the Undead Pincushion�. Comes complete with fake blood and girly whining.

When B saw him, she ran over and dropped to her knees in front of him, cryin� at the very sight. It was pretty fucked up; he was shiverin� like mad, but he was covered in sweat. His face and torso were beat red, a truly odd color to see on the usually pale vamp.

I stood there debatin� what I should do. B obviously wasn�t gonna be any help cuz she was too busy blubbering. Rollin� my eyes and sighing, I walked over to the vamp and began to check him over.

Without givin� it too much thought, I grabbed the arrow and yanked it outta his back, causing him to yell out in pain. B looked at me like I was an alien or somethin�.

What? He was technically already dead. It�s not like tearin� the thing out was gonna kill him even more.
I inspected the arrow closely, sniffing the tip for traces of toxins under the coating of blood. That�s when I smelled it. The very distinctive scent of a poison that was particularly lethal to vamps and other undead creatures.

It kinda scared me. I mean, I wanted Soul-boy outta the picture, but I didn�t want him dead or whatever.

B looked at me and raised her eyebrows, waiting for me to explain my �unhappy� face.

�It�s Absalom, B. Poison. Deadly to vamps.�

�Is there a cure?� She asked, lookin� up at me desperately.

I snickered. �I�m the muscle, not the brains. I�ll call G-man.�

I placed a call to Giles and found out that there was in fact a cure. But it wasn�t gonna happen. See, it seems that the poison can be reversed only by the blood of a Slayer. A whole Slayer. I wasn�t about to put my own life on the line for that fuck tart, and I wasn�t about to let B do it either.
I re-entered the bedroom with a grim look on my face. Right away, B was up in my face, askin� what the cure was and how to make it better.

�There�s only one cure, B, and it ain�t gonna happen. He needs to drain a Slayer.�

I could see her rollin� the words around in her head before her eyes grew suddenly large.

�I have an idea.� She said, and right away I felt like boltin� outta there. �He needs to drain a Slayer. How about instead of draining a Slayer fully, he drinks two partly?�

Remember before when I said I was wearing an �unhappy� face. Well, it came back right then. Times ten.

I was about to yell �fuck no� and run outta there, but she was givin� me this pleading look, and she had tears in her eyes, and she was holdin� my hands so gently that it almost made me wanna cry.
After about a minute of silence, I finally growled out loud.

�Fuck, B. I can�t believe you�re fuckin askin� me to do this.� I said, turning my head to the side and shaking it with disbelief. Maybe a little bit of disgust thrown in there too.

�I know.� She replied quietly. �But we don�t have any other choice. If he dies, we lose a champion. We lose a fighter on the side of good.

Yeah, and she�d lose her boy-toy.

I wouldn�t look at her as I walked over to the bed Angel lay in and kneeled before him, brushin� my hair away from my neck as I leaned over him.

�Don�t get too suck-happy, fang. I�m still a fuckin Slayer and I will kill you if I have to.� I said quietly just before he sunk his teeth into my neck. �Motherfucker.� I grunted as a tear slipped from my eye at the feel of the pain.

No need to go into details here. He sucked my blood. He sucked B�s blood. It was a big Suck Fest. End of story.

As soon as I saw B was okay, I got up and I walked out.

Okay, so I kinda stumbled out. Blood loss will do that to ya.

Never thought I�d have to learn from experience.

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I stayed away from her and the Scoobs and the library until the big day came.

B didn�t bother to come to my room during those few days . . . I guess she figured I was still kinda steamin� over the whole thing. Kinda funny how we were even more alike after the whole incident.

How? Matching bite marks.

So, the big day came and we were all meetin� up at the library before the graduation ceremony started. The plan was to get there at about 6:00 so that we�d have an hour or so to finalize our plans. But I didn�t need a refresher. I knew exactly what my role was: Get in, get medieval, get out, and go home alone.

Yeah, that�s me soundin� bitter.

I showed up fashionably late at about 6:45. I didn�t have a chance to talk to Giles or the Scoobs cuz as soon as I walked in, B was draggin� me away to the back stacks. When we were finally outta sight, she turned so that she faced me.

�Faith! You were supposed to meet us here at 6:00. Where were you?� She whispered.

�Sorry, B. I know the plan forwards and backwards. Get in, get out, go home. Didn�t wanna get in the way here.� I said. I didn�t let my bitterness come through, but I did sound mildly annoyed.

She sighed and dropped her shoulders, losing her original offensive position.

�You�re not in the way, Faith. You�re as much a part of this as the rest of us. We need you here.� Then she took a step closer to me. �I need you here.�

She was lookin� up at me through her eyelashes, and she looked so cute and smelled so good. I was about to grab her and kiss her, but the reality of the situation came back to me and I shook my thoughts away.

�Where�s your boy-toy?� I asked her.

She lowered her eyes from me and took a step back, lookin� kinda shy.

�He�s rounding up the rest of the cavalry. Getting everyone ready.� Then she looked up at me. �He�s leaving tonight, you know. He said that he wants to talk to me before he leaves, but that he�s not staying the night. I can�t believe he�s really leaving me. I don�t know what I�m gonna do.�

I had enough at that point. �Angel this� and �Angel that�. She knew that he was fuckin leavin� for a while by then. To think that she was still all mopey about it. I mean, it�s not like she was bein� left alone. She had her family. She had her great friends. She had me.

That�s more than I ever fuckin had, but still, it wasn�t enough for her. As if on cue, I felt my walls go back up. I loved the girl. Next to slaying, she was my everything. But for some whacked out reason, she thought that she had nothing; that without Angel, she�d be lost.

A bitter chuckle escaped my lips. �Well, good luck with that, twinks. Make sure you send me a copy of the novel when it comes out.�

I turned and started to walk away but she grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face her. Her face was a combination of hurt, anger, and confusion.

�Faith, what is WRONG with you? Why are you acting like this?� She said through clenched teeth, tears in her eyes.

And then I let her have it.

�Like this? What . . . you mean bitter, scorned, a bitch? Because I am. You have the world, B. You have family and friends and a house and lots of pretty stuff. AND YOU�RE ACTING LIKE YOUR FUCKIN WORLD IS OVER BECAUSE YOUR BOYFRIEND IS LEAVING! I have nothing, Buffy. I live in a shitty motel, I have no friends or family, I have no possessions besides what I can carry in a back pack. But you know what? I have you. Or at least I did. Now you�re too busy wallowing in your self-pity to think of anyone else besides yourself. Everything I�ve done, I�ve done it for you. I let Angel drink from me. I�m here fighting this battle when I could just walk away. I stay because of you. But it�s not enough for you, Buffy! Nothing is ever enough. Just when I think I�ve made you happy, you find another reason to wallow. And I hate to fuckin say it, but I don�t know how much longer I can stick around to watch!�

Then I turned around and walked outta the library, blinkin� back the angry tears that were threatening to fall.

I ignored the several pairs of eyes that watched me as I walked out. I wasn�t exactly in� in� quiet, so there was no doubt that they heard everything I said. There was no way I wanted to deal with their thoughts on the matter. Of course they�d side with B.

Even though I was pissed, I wasn�t about to let them down by runnin� off and poutin� somewhere. Instead, I made my way to the ceremony area and nestled myself in a dark corner.

I hadn�t been standin� there for ten minutes when I felt a tingle. It wasn�t B; it was a vamp. Just when I was �bout to whip my stake out, Angel popped up outta nowhere and scared the shit outta me. I took a step back and crossed my arms over my chest, waiting for him to speak.

�How come you�re not in the library with the others?� He asked as he stepped closer to me.

�I don�t play well with others.� I answered with a bittersweet smile.

�Listen, Faith. About the other day . . .�

�Stop right there, soul-boy.� I interrupted. �Save your lack of breath. I didn�t do it for you, I did it for B. I woulda walked away, but I couldn�t do that to her.�

He gazed at me intently. Suddenly, a look of realization came across his face.
�How long have you loved her?� He asked me softly.

The look on my face musta been priceless when he asked me that.

I mean, come on. Am I that fuckin transparent?

Either I had let down my walls in front of him, or he was really fuckin perceptive.

Instead of denying it and fighting with him over it, I decided to just give up and let the truth come out. I mean, I was already down. Gettin� kicked a few times while I was down there? Not that big a deal.
�My whole life, I think.� I answered, then I snickered. �Does that make feel like more of a man? Knowing that I love her but that she�ll always be yours? Maybe not in body, but in mind and soul? Does that make you happy?�
I took a step in his direction, tryin� to intimidate him. But he musta knew what I was doin� cuz he stepped forward too, lookin� me right in the eyes.

�No, it doesn�t make me feel happy. That�s why I�m leaving.�

What? That�s why he�s leaving?

Damn. I just though he was a big prick that liked to play heartbreaker.

He continued.

�She�s going through a lot of changes in her life right now. She graduating from high school, going to college; she�s growing up. Being a Slayer is really hindering her from seeing what her life may look like 10 years down the line from now. She wants a normal life . . . and I can�t give that to her.� He paused, thinking over his next words. �If I stay, there will be no reason for her to try to find that normal life. It�s gonna take her some time to realize that she�s better off without me. She�s probably going to be hurting a lot, and she�s gonna need someone there to help her through it. Someone who has a similar life to her.�

I scoffed. �I�m anything but similar to her. The only thing we have in common is that we�re both Slayers. I don�t have the friends or the family or the home. Slaying is what I have. I don�t get all broody cuz I want a normal life because I don�t. I�m not normal. I accept that. Now, I�ve been here for B for almost the last year, and I�ve seen her through ups and downs. But I don�t know how much more I can handle. I have nothing to offer her but me, and that�s not enough. She�s got the world, and it�s still not enough.�

As I looked up at Angel, I noticed that he was looking at me too. REALLY looking at me. Almost like he was looking into me. I suddenly felt really vulnerable.

I started to back up and I probably woulda ran the hell outta there, but his gentle voice brought me back down.

�She needs you more than you know. As much as you think you�re so different from her, your destiny is intertwined with hers. You�re the Chosen Two. As fate would have it, you�re basically meant to be together. It�s up to you to determine what �together� means.�

And with that said, he backed away and slowly disappeared into the background.

For a split second, I could see why B loved him.

He was the voice of reason, and believe it or not, he talked some sense into me that day.

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So the big battle came and went. We lost some of the good guys, they lost most of the bad guys. I fought side by side with B and it felt completely natural. Our motions were perfectly coordinated and we moved as if we were one.

For a pretty monstrous demon, the Mayor was surprisingly easy to blow up. A little TNT, a little fire, and BLAM! Demon no more.

Oh yeah, and we got to blow up the school.

That was wicked cool.

As the battle ended and we began to collect ourselves, I looked across the rubble to survey the damage we did. That�s when I spotted B and Angel talking between a couple of ambulances.

I wasn�t pissed at her anymore. After my talk with Angel, I realized that she really would need someone to be there for her, and I realized that someone was me.

Not wantin� to disturb their moment, I left the battle scene and headed back to my motel room.

As soon as I walked in the door, I peeled my battle-worn clothrom rom my body and tossed them into the duffle bag that was serving as my laundry bag. A gathered a few other dirty articles of clothing from around the room and tossed them in the bag, makin� a mental note to go to the Laundromat the next day.

With that said and done, I made my way into the bathroom and started the shower, steppin� in only when the water had heated up.

I let the hot water spray against my face as the dirt and blood washed away form my body. The heat slowly relaxed my tense muscles, and I suddenly felt as if I could sleep for days.

That�s when I heard knocking at my door.

I ignored it for a minute or two, but whoever it was wasn�t goin� away.

I cursed as I turned off the hot water and wrapped myself in a towel and made my way to the door. When I opened it, I saw B standin� there lookin� all sad and confused and shy.

�You okay?� I asked her quietly, suddenly feelin� kinda exposed as I tugged my towel higher.

But she didn�t answer. She just walked right up to me and wrapped her arms around me as if I hadn�t freaked out on her earlier. I felt her warm hands on the skin of my back and it made me shiver.

Seein� as that she was makin� no effort to move or say anything, I started backing us up into my room.

There was no way I was gonna let any of the dirtbag inhabitants of the motel walk by and catch me in a towel huggin� another girl. That�s one fantasy I don�t wanna be in.

When we were fully in the room and I was able to close the door, I felt her tense up against me. I glanced down and saw that she was staring at somethin�; the duffle bag full of laundry.

Yeah, I can see why that mighta freaked her out a little. From an outsider�s point of view, it probably looked like I was packin� up to leave. Then it hit me: she probably thought I was leavin� her.

I took a step away from her and put my hands on hhoulhoulders, tryin� to get her attention. When she wouldn�t meet my gaze, I shook her a little to get her attention.

�It�s not what ya think . . .� I started, but she interrupted me.

�You�re leaving me too.� She said with tears in her eyes, letting them spill down her cheeks as she turned to meet my gaze.

It broke my heart. The girl really had some abandonment issues. And to think that I was addin� to her pain yet again.

�I�m not leavin'. Not as long as you need me.� I answered truthfully.

A sensitive side of my broke to the surface as I pulled her close to me and started to kiss away her tears. I could feel her breath hitch as my lips met her cheeks. She closed her eyes, probably to hide the emotion behind them.

I moved my lips from one cheek to the other slowly and deliberately kissin� away each and every tear. It was then that I noticed that a few tears had escaped my lips and had made it to her jaw.

Now, you have to remember. Not only was I fightin� the love that I was feelin� for her, but I was also dealin� with a mad case of the post-slayage hornies.

Tentatively, I moved my lips down to her jaw line, sneaking my tongue out to taste the salty tears that had pooled there. It was when I hear an audible moan escape her lips that I knew she was feeling the post-slayage hornies too.
I froze, not knowin� whether I should pull away or keep up my ministrations on her tears.
When I felt her turn her head a little and felt her lips brush against mine, I knew that she wanted me to continue as much as I wanted to.

Slowly but surely, our lips started movin� together. It was gentle and as sweet as the kiss that we had shared on the night of the prom. But I came to the realization that our intentions were different on that night as I felt her tongue sweep against my bottom lip. I didn�t think twice about it as I parted my lips and let her tongue enter my mouth, lettin� it slide sensually against mine.

Now, I may be a bit na�ve, but I�m not an idiot. This was Buffy Summers, kissin� me of her own free will, makin� the next move.

I just about did a little happy dance. Actually I kinda did do a little excited movement.

And that�s when I felt it: the towel I was wearin� slipped from me and pooled around my ankles, makin� a little thud noise as it hit the floor.

B pulled back to see what the noise was and her eyes grew wide as she gazed upon my naked body. I watched as she slowly raised her right hand and ran it across the skin of my stomach, smilin� lightly as my muscles jumped at her touch.

As her caresses became more intent, I couldn�t help the words that escaped my mouth.

�God, I want you so much, B.� I groaned as she ran her left hand down my side.

Note to self: Fire my internal censor. Hire a new one.

When I realized that I had said the words out loud, I clenched my eyes shut and froze, waitin� for her to run the hell outta my room. As a minute passed and I heard nor felt any type of reaction from her, I opened my eyes just a little to look down at her.

Her intense green eyes were staring up at me with somethin� in them that I had never seen before. I�d seen hurt, confusion, sadness, happiness, relief, etc. But this was different.

She was lookin� up at me with two things I never thought I�d get to see in her: lust and love.

Slowly, she closed the short distance between us, her clothed body pressed firmly against my naked form. As she wrapped her arms around me and caressed my back, she uttered two words that would change our relationship forever.

�Show me.�

And you better believe that I was gonna.

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