Don't Wanna Talk
From: The Manic Slayer
Title: Don't Wanna Talk
Author: Paige (The Manic Slayer, Queen of the F Word
E-Mail: paigerz328@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Faith starts sleep angsting, and Oz decides
to do something about his hormones. These two plot
points aren't exactly related, but this is turning
into a series.
Spoilers: Graduation One and Two
Disclaimer: They're Joss's. I'm just borrowing for
fun. Sue me, and you'll know about bleeding rocks.
Distribution: Ask first.
Feedback: Pretty please?
Author's Note: Sequel to "Something Good" and
"Breaking Away." For Angel, 'cause she's just spiffy
like that, Chris, 'cause he said that it was okay to
post the sex next time, and Kate, 'cause she said to
go ahead and post.
Note Two: At some point, these two will have sex,
damnit!
Faith sat, hunched over the desk. She'd already broken
three pencils on this damned thing, and was tediously
working on number four. The clock ticked away the
seconds, loud as a drum.
Faith looked at the test booklet in front of her.
There, staring back at her, was her name. Nothing
else. She growled at the empty paper, crumpling it
into her hands.
"Faith, you're dreaming," Buffy laughed, standing
behind her former partner. The monkey on her left
shoulder jumped onto Faith's arm, wiggling franticly.
The monkey crawled onto Faith's shoulder, and started
to paw at her face. "Faith, you're dreaming," Willow
snickered, sitting primly at the next desk.
"Faith, come on. Wake up," Oz said softly, brushing a
lock of brown hair out of the Slayer's face. School
would be starting soon. Well, school would be starting
for anybody that was going.
That knocked Faith out. It was just another thing to
seperate her from most girls her age. She hadn't
directly said anything, but there had been comments.
Barbs and insults that had been half 'Oz, I hate your
ex,' and half 'Willow's goinng to college.' Even
Buffy, who'd been around alot more than Oz had
expected, had gotten the business end of Faith's
school derision.
She opened her eyes quickly, then blinked several
times. "Hey," she muttered, immediatly plastering on
the lazy smirk that just screamed "Faith."
"Nightmare?" Oz asked, slipping his arm between the
dark haired woman and the back of the couch. Theirs
was an odd relationship. He almost considered her his
girlfriend, but the closest he'd come to expressing
his feelings had been at that godaweful party.
Faith's eyes narrowed, as she pulled away. "No," she
replied, her voice wairy. "Where'd ya get an idea like
that?" She *had* been having a nightmare, but that
wasn't something she really wanted to talk about.
Oz's eyes flicked down to the remote control in
Faith's hand, then to the remaining pieces on the
floor. "Wanna talk?"
She dropped the shattered remote. "Not really," she
sighed. She couldn't help watching for a reaction out
of the corner of her eye. "That okay?"
"Yeah," he nodded, scooting over a bit. They'd been
watching movies. This last one, with Rose McGowan,
Rebecca Gayhart, and some blonde chick, had put them
both to sleep. Oz had awakened to the sound of his
remote being smashed in the vice grip of a Slayer.
She smiled, relaxing against his arm, his shoulder. It
would be so easy for him to kiss her right then. Well,
she could make it easier. Shifting, she wrapped her
arms around his torso. "Thanks," she whispered,
brushing her lips over his.
"What was that for?" Oz asked. He wasn't going to
complain, but it seemed a little weird. They'd kissed,
just not enough for it to be a response to 'You don't
have to talk about your nightmare.'
"Somethin' else to do with my mouth?" Faith offered, a
smirk playing across her lips. This was something she
knew. She could do kissing, and touching, and the
things that came after. It was all that shit about her
deep, dark, innermost fears that she couldn't handle.
Oz smiled. He liked what he'd seen of her mouth, and
what she could do with it. Of course, that hadn't gone
past kissing, but they both seemed okay with that.
"Speaking of that," he began, brushing the hair away
from Faith's neck. "If somebody wanted to get past the
kissing thing... how would he do that?"
Faith laughed at that. It was the only reaction she
could come up with, for a second. It's not like
anybody'd ever asked about that before. How would a
guy get her into bed? Well, there was the thing where
they catch her after an act of violence, but that
could get ugly. Honestly, Oz was doing a great job of
getting her interested, anyway. He was cute, charming,
smarter than he usually let on, and he sprouted fur
three nights a month. "Flowers," she finally decided.
What the hell? It's not like anybody'd ever done
anything romantic for her.
"Flowers. Got it."
"Or, dependin' on the guy, he could just ask..." Faith
offered. The kissing had been good, and all she was
really expecting. Hell, it had taken Oz and Willow two
years to get past it. Or, maybe that was two years for
Red to admit it. At any rate, the fact that they were
even talking about it made her want to pin Oz to the
couch, and bang the shit out of him.
Now, it was Oz's turn to laugh. "What if we just see
where things go?" he asked, kissing the patch of neck
he'd just exposed.
She shivered. Maybe it was the corellation between sex
and violence, and her own corellation between violence
and vampires. Faith had a *very* sensitive neck. She
let out a gasp, then something that sounded like a
purr. "God! That's good," she hissed, her arms
slipping around the man beside her.
"Dude! And, I was trying to scare you off!" Oz
chuckled, moving his lips down Faith's jaw, stopping
with a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth.
"There," he whispered. "Something *I* can do with your
mouth."
They both laughed at that. When the laughter subsided,
Faith's eyes narrowed wickedly. "I don't scare so
easy," she murmered, her fingers coming up to guide
his mouth to hers. This time, the kiss was warm, full,
everything little girls dream about when they stop
thinking boys have cooties. She wasn't at all suprised
to feel herself lifted onto Oz's lap. What suprised
her was the tenderness, and the care he used to lift
her. Faith never got the nice guys. Not for the first
time, she wondered how she'd ended up with Oz. He was
exactly the type of guy she never ended up even
*speaking* to. Now, here she was, kissing him.
This was a better angle. Oz's hands easily made their
way to Faith's back. However, he didn't do the
stripping thing. He wanted to. He *really* wanted to,
but there was something that disturbed him about just
banging on the couch. Pulling back slightly, he looked
up into those *eyes*. "So... if this keeps going...
wanna not be on the couch?"
Faith nodded. "Kinda skanky, isn't it?" she smirked.
Granted, she had a pretty skanky reputation, but
something about this situation called for a little
more subtilty than her usual 'get some, get gone.' "My
room?" she whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
"That's what I was thinking," he agreed, not that he
needed to. She was already up, pulling him to his
feet. Once he was standing, he went to catch her for
another kiss. With the reflexes of a cat, Faith
stepped out of his way, then pushed the straps of her
bra and tank top off her shoulders, grinning impishly.
"Tease," Oz muttered. He was smiling, though. It was
nice to not really have to worry about innocently
hurting eachother's feelings. She tossed a smirk over
her shoulder, and slipped into her room.