Post by coco on Mar 22, 2007 13:49:52 GMT -5
Title: Our Song
Rating: PG-13…I think
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Author: Coco
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Summary: Buffy's is struck with realization. Set in season 3.
AN: Buffy's POV.
People don't ever see me looking; they don't ever see the
wanting in my eyes when she walked in the room. I know I should be
thinking this way about Angel but I can't get her out of my head and
it bothers me. I mean I'm not gay…at least I don't think I'm gay. But
that's not really the point. The point is that I can't get her out of
my head and when I see her dancing with all those guys across the
room it hurts because I want to know why she doesn't dance will me
like that. Oh yeah, because she doesn't notice me.
Sometimes I think that maybe I should just give up on her;
maybe I should just be happy with my undead boyfriend that loves me
with all his worth. But I don't want that, I don't want to feel cold
hands on my body anymore, I want heat and desire. This is what I know
I would get if she would just look at me and see how much I want her.
I know what you thinking too, I'm not stupid. I to have
thought that it was just the slayer connection but it's more than
that now. Maybe it was that in the beginning when I didn't know her,
before we started patrolling together. Maybe it was like that until
she brushed up against me one night and since that night I just
couldn't seem to shake the sensation that maybe we were meant for
something more. But the thing is, she doesn't notice me, she doesn't
want to notice me.
Suddenly a song comes over the radio at the Bronze, there
isn't a band tonight and I wonder if bands finally got tired of
playing here because band members ended up dead. I look out over the
floor and see that she is walking toward me and I look at my friends
around the table to see if the notice that my breath caught when out
eyes met, they didn't. I can't help it. Every time she looks at me
I'm amazed that she can have that effect on me…still. I never felt
this way about Angel, whenever she's around all I want her to do is
take me and kiss me like I've never been kissed before because I know
she is the only one that can do that for me.
"Hey there B," She says when she looks at me. I wondered if she
noticed the look in my eyes when she approached me. The look of
wanting. God I'm such a guy when it comes to her, sometimes I have to
whip my mouth just to make sure that I'm not drooling…what she is
sexy.
"Faith-" I say and I want to slap myself at how out of breath I
sounded. She raises an eyebrow at me and I would pay a million
dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment. "Can I help
you?" I ask trying to sound not interested but it isn't working and I
know that my friends are looking at me now…I'm so dumb. I think I
just might be head over heels for this girl.
She looks around at the scoobs and I know she's wondering what
they are thinking about my current state, but honestly I don't care
because my eyes don't move from her. She leans in close to me, close
enough to where I can smell her, the mixture of leather and
cigarettes. "This is our song," she says and I can feel her breath on
my ear and a shiver runs through me. "Come on…dance with me." She
reaches for my hand and drags me to the dance floor.
We are right in the middle of the floor and the guys she was
dancing with before are looking at us like we're crazy and all I want
to do is laugh in their faces. Did the honestly think they could have
her…I mean seriously. She places her hand on the middle of my back
and pulls me closer to her. I can feel her chest up against mine. I
move my arm for that it is up over her shoulder and I link my fingers
behind her head. She is looking at me, he eyes not moving from mine.
One thing I noticed about Faith when she dances is that she doesn't
look at who she is dancing with…but she is looking at me now…what
does that mean?
You know no one ever told me how confusing this thing called love
was. She links her fingers around my back which makes sure that I
won't be able to move out of her embrace anytime soon. I can't even
hear the words to the song because I am too enthralled in her eyes;
it is like she is looking into me, trying to find out what the hell
is going on in my head.
Our bodies sway together like it was natural for us to be dancing.
Like this is what it is supposed to be, me and her, her and me, not
me and Angel, me and Faith. I hear the music slowing and I know that
the song is coming to and end and I don't know what to do, should I
tell her, or should I just leave everything where it is? She leans
close to me once more and smiles. "Our song," she says before she
turns and leaves me standing on the dance floor alone. She leaves me
wanting more. You know I think I might just have to see if I can get
the lyrics to that song, because after all it is our song.
AN: I hope you guys like it. :-)
Rating: PG-13…I think
Disclaimer: I don't own it
Author: Coco
Pairing: Buffy/Faith
Summary: Buffy's is struck with realization. Set in season 3.
AN: Buffy's POV.
People don't ever see me looking; they don't ever see the
wanting in my eyes when she walked in the room. I know I should be
thinking this way about Angel but I can't get her out of my head and
it bothers me. I mean I'm not gay…at least I don't think I'm gay. But
that's not really the point. The point is that I can't get her out of
my head and when I see her dancing with all those guys across the
room it hurts because I want to know why she doesn't dance will me
like that. Oh yeah, because she doesn't notice me.
Sometimes I think that maybe I should just give up on her;
maybe I should just be happy with my undead boyfriend that loves me
with all his worth. But I don't want that, I don't want to feel cold
hands on my body anymore, I want heat and desire. This is what I know
I would get if she would just look at me and see how much I want her.
I know what you thinking too, I'm not stupid. I to have
thought that it was just the slayer connection but it's more than
that now. Maybe it was that in the beginning when I didn't know her,
before we started patrolling together. Maybe it was like that until
she brushed up against me one night and since that night I just
couldn't seem to shake the sensation that maybe we were meant for
something more. But the thing is, she doesn't notice me, she doesn't
want to notice me.
Suddenly a song comes over the radio at the Bronze, there
isn't a band tonight and I wonder if bands finally got tired of
playing here because band members ended up dead. I look out over the
floor and see that she is walking toward me and I look at my friends
around the table to see if the notice that my breath caught when out
eyes met, they didn't. I can't help it. Every time she looks at me
I'm amazed that she can have that effect on me…still. I never felt
this way about Angel, whenever she's around all I want her to do is
take me and kiss me like I've never been kissed before because I know
she is the only one that can do that for me.
"Hey there B," She says when she looks at me. I wondered if she
noticed the look in my eyes when she approached me. The look of
wanting. God I'm such a guy when it comes to her, sometimes I have to
whip my mouth just to make sure that I'm not drooling…what she is
sexy.
"Faith-" I say and I want to slap myself at how out of breath I
sounded. She raises an eyebrow at me and I would pay a million
dollars to know what she was thinking at that moment. "Can I help
you?" I ask trying to sound not interested but it isn't working and I
know that my friends are looking at me now…I'm so dumb. I think I
just might be head over heels for this girl.
She looks around at the scoobs and I know she's wondering what
they are thinking about my current state, but honestly I don't care
because my eyes don't move from her. She leans in close to me, close
enough to where I can smell her, the mixture of leather and
cigarettes. "This is our song," she says and I can feel her breath on
my ear and a shiver runs through me. "Come on…dance with me." She
reaches for my hand and drags me to the dance floor.
We are right in the middle of the floor and the guys she was
dancing with before are looking at us like we're crazy and all I want
to do is laugh in their faces. Did the honestly think they could have
her…I mean seriously. She places her hand on the middle of my back
and pulls me closer to her. I can feel her chest up against mine. I
move my arm for that it is up over her shoulder and I link my fingers
behind her head. She is looking at me, he eyes not moving from mine.
One thing I noticed about Faith when she dances is that she doesn't
look at who she is dancing with…but she is looking at me now…what
does that mean?
You know no one ever told me how confusing this thing called love
was. She links her fingers around my back which makes sure that I
won't be able to move out of her embrace anytime soon. I can't even
hear the words to the song because I am too enthralled in her eyes;
it is like she is looking into me, trying to find out what the hell
is going on in my head.
Our bodies sway together like it was natural for us to be dancing.
Like this is what it is supposed to be, me and her, her and me, not
me and Angel, me and Faith. I hear the music slowing and I know that
the song is coming to and end and I don't know what to do, should I
tell her, or should I just leave everything where it is? She leans
close to me once more and smiles. "Our song," she says before she
turns and leaves me standing on the dance floor alone. She leaves me
wanting more. You know I think I might just have to see if I can get
the lyrics to that song, because after all it is our song.
AN: I hope you guys like it. :-)
