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Dedications: To P, look! *jumps up and down* Are we on track or what?!
Date Stamp: Miss K, aka Kitty wrote this 27.11.01
 
Note: How much feedback did I get for SDV XXXII?! Wozers! Not that I'm complaining, no way! From now on I'm going to write complete crap, but shove a sex scene in the end! *smile*
 
Faith's POV
 
Slayers Do Vegas XXXIII - One Tub of Rocky Road Ice-Cream and Two Spoons, Please
 
Shit my head hurts, god knows what B's is gonna feel like.
I open my eyes, and look down at her head on my chest.
All her blonde hair's fanned out across me.
Looks pretty.
A bolt hits me as I remember what happened last night.
The room smells of sex, of her, of me, of what we did.
Fuck get some and get gone.
This is what I want.
Her.
Me and her like this, every morning.
Me and her like this, after tearing each others clothes off, the night before.
 
I can still taste her on my lips, feel her on my fingers, hear her screaming out my name.
Ok, we need to not think like this Faith, not until she's at least woken up.
 
I feel her move on my chest and groan a little, probably due to the Absinthe hangover.
What can I say, seemed like a good idea at the time.
She sits up and moves holds her head in her hands.
 
'Oh my god, stop it spinning, Faith!'
 
'Huh?'
 
'The room! Stop it spinning, it's hurting my head!'
 
I laugh a little, then stop as it pounds away at my temples.
How much did I drink?
Fuck.
 
She looks at me and smiles, all white teeth and tanned skin.
And then her whole face pauses.
Like, freeze frame pauses.
I see it change, from smiling and happy to this confused look.
She's just looking at me, still holding her head.
Just looking.
Then her eyes move to my naked body, then to her naked body.
And then they go so fuckin' wide, I swear, the balls are just gonna fall right out on the bed.
 
And I know what's coming, I just know.
I can feel my breathing speed up.
Can feel the sinking feeling in my stomach.
 
'Faith? Why don't we have any clothes on? And why am I on you with no clothes on?'
 
No!
Please...
 
'Oh my god, what did you do to me?'
 
No...
 
'You don't...? What d'you mean? What did I do to you?'
 
'Exactly THAT! I just... we... we did... why are we naked?'
 
It's like every single nightmare I've ever had has crammed itself into this moment.
Chosen the one single fuckin' minute that it can do the most damage, and ripped through everything.
 
'B... what do you remember?'
 
Lie to me, say anything, just don't tell me you can't remember, please, please, B.
 
She looks down and concentrates, and I know what's going to come out of her mouth.
 
'I remember... drinks. Lots of drinks, then... did we row again? Then, the lift, then your boots hitting the wall. Something about an underwear set and... god, nice black hole after that. I do NOT remember getting undressed and getting into bed with you! How drunk were we? We didn't...? I mean.. we didn't, did we?'
 
I just... I need to not be here.
I need to just...
This isn't real, this is a nightmare, I'm gonna wake up in a minute.
 
But I know what I have to say.
How can I say anything else?
How can I tell her?
 
'I think we kissed, B. Nothing else, I mean we probably passed out after ten minutes anyway.'
 
I look down.
Don't want to look into her eyes.
I expect to see this big hole in my chest, where my heart was just ripped out.
But everything's in one piece.

How can it all be in one piece if I feel like this?
 
'You kissed me? FAITH!'
 
Why are you doing this, B?
 
'Ok, it could've been worse, although that still doesn't mean I've forgiven you! And I was lying on you because I thought you were Mr Gordo, ok?'
 
She grabs her shirt from the floor and puts it on.
 
'Where are my buttons? This was my favourite shirt! Shit! This better be a nightmare.'
 
'Yeah, B, it's mine.'
 
'Huh?'
 
'Nothing, just get dressed.'
 
She sits up and grabs her pants, pulling them on and goes to the bathroom.
 
I mean, she wasn't that drunk, was she?
I thought...
I never would have done it if I'd known she was that drunk.
And now...
Now it's all gone.
Everything... gone, gone, gone.
 
WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY CIGARETTES!
 
I can hear her showering.
Washing me off.
Washing away what we did.
 
This isn't happening, please, this isn't happening!
I feel tears screaming to get out and I can't stop them.
I just start crying.
Crying because everything was so perfect, I had her, she was mine, I was hers.
Crying because she doesn't remember a fuckin' thing.
How can she not remember what I did to her?
What she did to me?
 
HOW CAN SHE NOT REMEMBER?!
 
I can't breathe.
I need to...
I hug my knees and rest my forehead on them, letting the sheet soak my tears up.
 
I hear the shower stop and I know she's going to be back in here.
PULL YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, FAITH!
NOW!
 
I wipe away at my eyes and quickly find a t-shirt and some shorts.
 
Hold it together, Faith.
 
She comes out of the bathroom and we sort of stand there looking at each other.
Why don't you remember, B?
How can you forget what I did to you?
How?!
HOW!
 
'Shower's all yours, Faith.'
 
Hold it together.
 
'Thanks.'
 
I think I'm gonna be sick.

Please, just a bit longer, hold it together.
 
I walk to the bathroom and I hear her voice.
The same voice that was telling me to fuck her last night.
The same voice that was whispering my name over and over as she pushed into me.
The same voice that was telling me she loved me.
 
'Faith? You sure we just kissed?'
 
NO!
WE DIDN'T JUST KISS!
I FUCKED YOU AND ATE YOU!
I MADE YOU SCREAM OUT MY NAME!
I TOOK YOU, YOU WERE MINE!
LAST NIGHT YOU WERE MINE!
 
'Sure, B.'
 
I close the bathroom door and turn the shower on, full.
I feel a sob rising in my throat and I can't keep it in.
Tears stream down my face.
My whole body starts to shake.
 
I fall back against the wall and slip to the floor and just start sobbing, because the most perfect night of my entire life has turned into my worst nightmare.