Holy shit. Wow. Yeah, no idea what happened but the writing bug just completely flew out from my ass over 2 years ago and refused to return. Sorry if there was a big buildup for the last chapter here 'cause really it's not ending on a bang, more of a fizzle. I'm just trying to post everything I've got and hope it'll help me get back into the swing of things... Fuck it, just read and try not to hate me!

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A FEW MONTHS LATER. CHRISTMAS EVE.

Okay, let's get all the explanations an' shit outta the way, 'cause I hate this part. First thing's first. That Quentin Travers guy that saved our ass in the Initiative? He was legit. Turns out Giles let some things slip to the Council over the phone, when he was beggin' for help in gettin' B out. Once they realized their slayer was the interesting new "hostel" in captivity, they sent someone over to set shit straight. And the best part is, those army fuckers can't do shit to us anymore, by orders of the Council. But really... how did they not know they had a slayer in their hands? That's one thing that has bugged the fuckshit outta me. They deal with demons for a livin', are located on a hellmouth, and don't know about slayers? Yeah. I don't get it.

Back to what I was sayin'. Let's see... Oh! Riley! Giles managed to pull some strings there too. Riley was sent out to one of the other facilities, in Brazil or some crap, I dunno I wasn't payin' attention. All I cared about was that he was gone for good.

And of course me and B are doin' great. I say stupid shit sometimes and she gets all huffy and withholds sex. She can never last more than a day or two though, I'm that fuckin' good. Hell yeah!

So now here we are at Christmas Eve, the entire scooby gang at B's house. Her mom made this huge dinner, and gathered us all together. I swear I saw some hand holdin' action goin' on under the table between Joyce and G-Man. Romance is in the air...

"Ugh, I'm gonna puke." Xander groaned, unbuttoning his pants.

... Okay. Little less romantic now.

"Oh, I'll back away. This dress is too nice for you to ruin with your undigested meal." Anya replied, quickly movin' her chair away from him. I couldn't help but laugh.

"I don't think he's serious."

"But then why would he say it?"

"Sometimes people just say stuff, Ahn." Xander smirked, pattin' her on the arm. She was obviously still wary about gettin' any closer.

"Like, one of those humerous quips that you say your friends are always coming up with, but that I've yet to hear?"

Xander cleared his throat loudly and gave a quick nod to his girlfriend, and an awkward silence passed through the entire table. I looked around, gatherin' up everybody's reactions. B's tryin' not to laugh, Mrs. S is rubbing her forehead like she's frustrated, Willow looks sorta insulted, Tara is smilin' politely and lookin' down at her plate, Xander's embarrassed, and Anya just looks curious. Me? I'm with B, tryin' not to laugh. It probably wouldn't be very appropriate, right?

"What? Why did everybody get so quiet?" Anya asked, head cocked. Then she seemed to come to a realization. "Oh, this is one of those times when I should stop talking. Right?" She looked to Xander for affirmance. He nodded quickly and continued to avoid eye contact from everyone in the room.

"Delicious yams." Giles piped in, trying to make things a little less awkward. Mrs. S smiled at him and he gave her this little half smile back. Oh yeah, they're totally fuckin'.

"Yams, which ones were those again?" I asked, starin' back and forth at everyone else's plates tryin' to figure it out.

"They're the things you had three helpings of." Buffy smirked, scooping what I guess are more yams on to my plate.

"Ohhhh the sweet orange-ish things! Okay, yeah, awesome yams Mrs. S." I hope she understood that, the last sentence was said with a mouth full of yams. B's givin' me an annoyed "you're so gross" look, but whatever. They're fuckin' awesome.

"I think they're too salty." Anya chimed in. Xander nudged her a little and she gave him an exacerbated look in response. "Well when can I talk?"

Later that night me and Buffy were sitting in the Summers living room, surrounded by the rest of the gang. Buffy was curled up at my side all snuggled in, her head resting on my shoulder. I looked around the room at all of our friends, a smirk in place.

Anya had been pestering Xander about her Christmas gift all night long and he finally relented and gave it to her. Looks like a real nice necklace. After closely inspecting it to make sure it was authentic or some shit, I could hear her trying to deduce its value. Weird chick. But Xander seems perfectly happy with this, looking on with a smile as he leans in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Willow and Tara were over by the Christmas tree looking at all the ornaments. Tara seems particularly interested in one of a little kitten in a Santa hat. Her and Willow started to whisper to each other, so quiet I couldn't even hear, though I think I made out the words "whiskers" and "button nose". Wonder if they're gonna get a cat? Ha, lesbians sure do love their pussy...

Giles and Mrs. Summers were in the kitchen but I could see them from where I'm sitting. They're leaning over the kitchen counter, whispering to each other and smiling, each having a cup of either coffee or tea I can't tell which. Probably tea, 'cause coffee has a wicked strong smell and I don't smell it. Also Giles is British, so he must love tea. Gotta love stereotypes.

I glance down at my girl, unable to resist smile at how fuckin' cute she looks right now, all sleepy and happy. How did I come to be such a lucky motherfucker? You know. When she asked you to be her roommate. That's right...

"What are you thinking?" I suddenly hear a soft voice ask from beside me.

"Us. How it all started." She smiled back at me, obviously looking back at the early days like I am. "Thanks for asking me to be your roommate, B."

"That's not the only reason we got together." She laughed.

"Well it definitely pushed things forward. Do you think we'd be together now if we decided to get separate rooms?"

"Hmmm maybe you're right. I mean... what could have happened if I asked Willow to be my roommate?"

"Very funny." I narrowed my eyes at her as she blinked innocently.

"Come on Faith, you know we would've gotten together eventually." I shrugged in response. "We would have," she insisted. "You know I was smitten with you from the moment you borrowed my stake outside of The Bronze."

"For real?" I ask, my cocky smirk making an appearance. "Fuck. If I'da known that I woulda been after you way sooner!"

"Don't act like you weren't flirting from the very beginning."

"Well... maybe." I placed my hand on her cheek, looking deep into her eyes like the pussy whipped motherfucker that I am. "After all, I was crazy about you right when we met too. Didn't know what it was since I'd never felt it before, that's why I kept hitting on you. Thought it was just really intense lust or somethin'. But now... yeah, I know it. You've had my heart from the moment we met."

And with that she brought her hand up to my cheek as well, pulling me in for the sweetest, hottest, most passionate fuckin' kiss I've ever experienced. I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive...

THE END