New York, New York
New York City was under quite the deluge when we arrived. The rain fell in heavy sheets, blown almost horizontal by the wind whipping down the steel and concrete canyons. At the airport, Faith had closed her eyes and pointed at a large display of hotel advertisements, and somehow, I wasn't surprised at all that her 'random' choice landed on a
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"Good choice."
"Course it is, Boss," I winked as I kicked my own boots off and then hopped offa the bed to walk over to where Wes was standing. "Wow..."
The view was fucking awesome. Big-ass buildings, shit-loads of people, and everything you hear Dick Clark talk about on New Year's Eve. "Boston isn't this pretty..." Well, it was, sorta. But not like this, like some awesome-fucking city that had all these promises of something cool just waiting to happen.
"Can... can we do something touristy?" I asked, hopping a little before tugging on Wes' shirt. "Awww, c'mon, Wes, you gotta let me have some fun here, this place is fucking begging for it!"
Gave him my best pout and puppy dog eyes, too.
No way in hell was I staying in this hotel room all alone. Either gimme something to kill, gimme someone to fuck, or gimme something to do in the city.
Hey, I'd be happy with any of those choices.
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"Mmmm, a different kind of city, but I know what you mean," I replied, also regarding the rather beautiful sight, more than a little glad to know that Faith and I were actually sharing a moment that didn't involve fighting or sex where we were both on the same page.
"Can... can we do something touristy? Awww, c'mon, Wes, you gotta let me have some fun here, this place is fucking begging for it!"I smiled. I genuinely smiled, watching Faith act very near giddy with the idea of getting outside to play. As had happened to me in Las Vegas, it struck me how young Faith could be, and how much a pity it was that she'd not gotten to do so many things she should have ( ... )
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Huh. Had me on that one. What could I pick, the Statue of Liberty? I didn't know much about where to go or what to see, except I wanted to do something.
"A Broadway show? One of those bright, loud theme restaurants? If the weather clears tomorrow, there's more choices, I'm sure, but if you want to go now, as you seem to, the selections aren't limitless. What would you like to do?"
I rolled my eyes. "Rain... geez, Wes, you being from jolly old England and all, I woulda thought you wouldn't care about the weather." I looked back outta our window and rocked a little on my feet, tilting my head to watch everything below.
"Broadway show..." I saw a shitload of posters talking about a bunch of shows, but one had kinda caught my eye. "That black and white girl... the one in the fishnets? And the way skimpy outfit? What's it called..."
I snapped my fingers and pointed as I remembered. "Chicago! Yeah, is that one any good? It's got some hot looking babes in it, at least."
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"You may recall," I retorted, smiling, "that I moved to Southern California some years ago. I've actually come to like good weather."
I watched Faith deliberate with no small amount of amusement. It would be very interesting to see what she decided upon. Of course, I'd become the doting Watcher, and whatever it would be, it'd happen.
"Broadway show..."
Well, that was unexpected.
"That black and white girl... the one in the fishnets? And the way skimpy outfit? What's it called... Chicago! Yeah, is that one any good? It's got some hot looking babes in it, at least."
Smiling again, I started to walk away from the window toward the small writing desk here in the main room.
"Actually, Chicago's an excellent show. In fact, I think you'll enjoy it quite a bit. And yes, it's known as well for being a bit more risque and feature rather attractive dancers ( ... )
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Faith was shaking-- no, almost trembling-- with some soon to no longer be contained emotion. Whether it was anger, or frustration, or even fear (though fear of what, I didn't think I could say), I had no idea, but it had siezed her and was all but shaking her apart.
It seemed to take effort for her to begin to close the gap between us.
"Look, Wes you wanna know the truth? Didn't give a fuck about that girl, but I've always cared about B, and you fucking know that better than anyone! So, yeah. In some fucked-up way, maybe I did care about her, cuz I've been fucking girls that looked like her all... my... life."I shook my head, not sadly or dismissively, but in a kind of mute, understanding sympathy ( ... )
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"Why, Faith? Who am I? What am I to you, what are we to each other?"
"What?" I spun around to face him again. "You don't know?" I pointed to him, then me casually. "Watcher, Slayer. Victim, torturer. Asshole, bitch. You got this yet, or do I need to paint you a fucking picture, Boss?"
He grabbed my shirt and tugged me closer to him, and my cig fell to the ground with little flickers of light burning all the way down, just as I angrily threw my glass to the floor with a loud fucking smash. I grabbed his arms and held onto 'em tight, but didn't push him offa me.
Yet.
"Did you finally figure out that we belong together? That we might burn, but it'll be with the only person who wants that fire just as badly?""Did you?" I yelled back at him ( ... )
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"Did you?"
Shifted my stance, letting the growing bulge in my trousers press against Faith's stomach.
"Yes," I said harshly, "every time I'm inside you, I know it."
Faith ground herself against me, and went back to an angry kiss for a moment before pulling back again, breathless.
"Cut me Wes... knife... in the bag... please, need you to... hurt me..."
I pulled away from her, stunned. God, what was she asking? It took a heartbeat for the realization to hit. Faith wanted us even, wanted me to do to her what she'd done to me, as if that would somehow relieve her conscience, not make her resent me more.
Staggered by the idea, I stepped back, mind reeling to find a solution, something to say or do ( ... )
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"Yes, every time I'm inside you, I know it."
"Oh, fuck..."
He was grinding himself against me and I needed him so bad, it hurt. Everything with Wes seemed to fucking hurt. He pulled away from me, though, and I tried to catch my breath. What the fuck was going on?
"No."
Shit. Me, of course. "Wes, please... I need it..."
"No. No scarring. I've left my mark on you already."
No you didn't. I left mine on you, don't you see that? Don't you fucking see? There was a flash of lightning outside just as Wes grabbed me and spun me around, though, and my hopes went up a bit. I'd just let him do it, get it over with, and it would be fine. We'd be fine ( ... )
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