Post by Jenn on Jan 16, 2006 21:45:30 GMT
It's a weird unfinished one, Faith's got some insecurities (as per) it's only short so far but some pointers as to where it should go would be helpful 
Faith’s POV
We walk down the High Street of Sunnydale, she’s wearing black combat trousers and a white vest, her blonde hair is pulled back into a straggled ponytail, her tiny fingers are wrapped around her stake, I take in her beauty and think that she’s too pretty to be a slayer; she should be a princess or something. But then I’d never have met her.
“Just once more around the block then I think we should call it a night” she pipes up, I could patrol forever with her but she’s right, I can see her breath when she speaks, it’s a cold night, there’s no blanket of cloud for warmth.
“Sure” I reply solemnly and pretend to be cold by rubbing myself. As usual it doesn’t take long to get around the block again and she’s looking at me smiling.
“See you tomorrow yeah?” She nods and I feel like she’s warding me off.
“Of course…” I answer and smile back at her. She walks towards her housing estate whilst I watch and walk aimlessly along the High Street, kicking an empty can.
I stop and look up at the clock tower, nearly half 2 in the morning, I turn on my heel and walk towards Buffy’s house, it’s just not right to break tradition.
I look up at the window and wait a few minutes…
Buffy’s POV
Maybe I was too harsh with my ‘See you tomorrow’? I pull on my warm flannelette PJ’s and turn my small light off. I sure could use the cuddle tonight, it’s freezing.
It’s already half 2, she’s normally here by now. I bet she doesn’t come, suppose it’s no big loss I mean what’s with it anyways…
That’s not the point, I like it….enjoy it… Oh! I can hear something outside. Thank god she’s clumsy; you can hear her coming a mile off.
She gets to the window and I can hear her fighting with the handle, she manages to open the windows but I hear her slip, her fingers making clawing sounds on the window sill but she still loses grip and falls to the ground. I stifle my chuckles as she starts the climb again.
I hearing her swearing as she climbs through the window successfully, she starts kicking her shoes off and peels her too-tight denim jacket from her body. She unzips her trousers and lifts the duvet up, the cold air sweeping in and making me shiver. She moves close to me and slips her hand around my waist.
“Ah! Too cold!” I gasp, Goosebumps rippling my skin.
“Sorry” She whispers and nestles her head in the back of my neck; her hot breath instantly warming me.
Faith’s POV
Her little snores wake me, I spy the clock and see it’s half 6 in the morning. I sigh and cling to her; the thought of getting out of the warm bed into the cold air of the morning fills me with dread. I rub my nose into the crook of her neck and pull myself away from her.
I hastily kiss the corner of her mouth and smile at her sleeping form. I climb out of the window and clamber down the tree, it’s still dark out what with it being a winter morning and as I assume, it’s absolutely freezing.
I wrap my arms around myself and walk slowly to my room at the motel, wishing I was back in bed with Buffy, the crystals of ice on the pavement sparkle as the street lamps shine down. My breath floats in front of me when I breathe and my eyes water slightly as the cold air blow against my cheeks.
I reach the motel and grimace at the thought of the ultra thin bed covers. I take my key out and unlock the door, dropping the keys on the bedside table. I walk to the small fridge and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels; I take a generous gulp of the rusty liquor and place it back in the milk holder.
Buffy’s POV
I wake up to find my bed empty again, I’d love nothing more than to wake up next to her, but she’s never here. I sit up in the bed and wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep the heat on me. I stroke the place in bed where she once was and smile to myself.
I feel like I should say something to her but I don’t want to push her away but I want to know where it’s coming from. I’m not complaining, it’s just confusing I want to be able to enjoy it without thinking ‘What is this?’
Oh it’s so hard; I go round in the same circles every morning, wondering what’s going on, whether I’m just dreaming it or whether she really does climb through my window every night, every night for the past month.
I can still remember the first night, we’d been slaying as we usually do and I’d been grilling her about what she did as a kid. Faith had gotten quite defensive about it and it had ended with her storming off to her motel. When I’d gotten home and into bed I thought nothing of it and fell asleep, it wasn’t until I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night when I felt her figure next to me, pulling my body into hers.
I had obviously freaked out but didn’t…or maybe couldn’t move out of her grasp, her warming breaths repetitively tickling the hairs at my neck. I had instinctively wriggled against her and settled back down to sleep. By the time morning had come she was gone and I thought it had just been a dream.
But then it happened the next night and the night after and every night since then. So I have to ask her about, it can’t go on with us not talking about it. But I don’t want it to stop.
Faith’s POV
We walk down the High Street of Sunnydale, she’s wearing black combat trousers and a white vest, her blonde hair is pulled back into a straggled ponytail, her tiny fingers are wrapped around her stake, I take in her beauty and think that she’s too pretty to be a slayer; she should be a princess or something. But then I’d never have met her.
“Just once more around the block then I think we should call it a night” she pipes up, I could patrol forever with her but she’s right, I can see her breath when she speaks, it’s a cold night, there’s no blanket of cloud for warmth.
“Sure” I reply solemnly and pretend to be cold by rubbing myself. As usual it doesn’t take long to get around the block again and she’s looking at me smiling.
“See you tomorrow yeah?” She nods and I feel like she’s warding me off.
“Of course…” I answer and smile back at her. She walks towards her housing estate whilst I watch and walk aimlessly along the High Street, kicking an empty can.
I stop and look up at the clock tower, nearly half 2 in the morning, I turn on my heel and walk towards Buffy’s house, it’s just not right to break tradition.
I look up at the window and wait a few minutes…
Buffy’s POV
Maybe I was too harsh with my ‘See you tomorrow’? I pull on my warm flannelette PJ’s and turn my small light off. I sure could use the cuddle tonight, it’s freezing.
It’s already half 2, she’s normally here by now. I bet she doesn’t come, suppose it’s no big loss I mean what’s with it anyways…
That’s not the point, I like it….enjoy it… Oh! I can hear something outside. Thank god she’s clumsy; you can hear her coming a mile off.
She gets to the window and I can hear her fighting with the handle, she manages to open the windows but I hear her slip, her fingers making clawing sounds on the window sill but she still loses grip and falls to the ground. I stifle my chuckles as she starts the climb again.
I hearing her swearing as she climbs through the window successfully, she starts kicking her shoes off and peels her too-tight denim jacket from her body. She unzips her trousers and lifts the duvet up, the cold air sweeping in and making me shiver. She moves close to me and slips her hand around my waist.
“Ah! Too cold!” I gasp, Goosebumps rippling my skin.
“Sorry” She whispers and nestles her head in the back of my neck; her hot breath instantly warming me.
Faith’s POV
Her little snores wake me, I spy the clock and see it’s half 6 in the morning. I sigh and cling to her; the thought of getting out of the warm bed into the cold air of the morning fills me with dread. I rub my nose into the crook of her neck and pull myself away from her.
I hastily kiss the corner of her mouth and smile at her sleeping form. I climb out of the window and clamber down the tree, it’s still dark out what with it being a winter morning and as I assume, it’s absolutely freezing.
I wrap my arms around myself and walk slowly to my room at the motel, wishing I was back in bed with Buffy, the crystals of ice on the pavement sparkle as the street lamps shine down. My breath floats in front of me when I breathe and my eyes water slightly as the cold air blow against my cheeks.
I reach the motel and grimace at the thought of the ultra thin bed covers. I take my key out and unlock the door, dropping the keys on the bedside table. I walk to the small fridge and grab the bottle of Jack Daniels; I take a generous gulp of the rusty liquor and place it back in the milk holder.
Buffy’s POV
I wake up to find my bed empty again, I’d love nothing more than to wake up next to her, but she’s never here. I sit up in the bed and wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep the heat on me. I stroke the place in bed where she once was and smile to myself.
I feel like I should say something to her but I don’t want to push her away but I want to know where it’s coming from. I’m not complaining, it’s just confusing I want to be able to enjoy it without thinking ‘What is this?’
Oh it’s so hard; I go round in the same circles every morning, wondering what’s going on, whether I’m just dreaming it or whether she really does climb through my window every night, every night for the past month.
I can still remember the first night, we’d been slaying as we usually do and I’d been grilling her about what she did as a kid. Faith had gotten quite defensive about it and it had ended with her storming off to her motel. When I’d gotten home and into bed I thought nothing of it and fell asleep, it wasn’t until I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night when I felt her figure next to me, pulling my body into hers.
I had obviously freaked out but didn’t…or maybe couldn’t move out of her grasp, her warming breaths repetitively tickling the hairs at my neck. I had instinctively wriggled against her and settled back down to sleep. By the time morning had come she was gone and I thought it had just been a dream.
But then it happened the next night and the night after and every night since then. So I have to ask her about, it can’t go on with us not talking about it. But I don’t want it to stop.
