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“So,” Tara began, looking at her newest clients. “Someone should probably talk.” Tara noticed how Buffy and William were sitting on the sofa opposite her—and as far away from each other as possible. Clearly there was something deeply wrong in their relationship.
“I,” Buffy began. “I really don't know where to begin.”
“The beginning is a really good place to start,” Tara said, with a little smile, hoping to lighten the mood. But the joke sank without a trace. Not a flicker of a smile appeared on either Buffy or William's faces.
“We were on a trip to Vegas,” Buffy began. Tara noted how William's jaw tightened, how his body tensed up. Buffy had her arms crossed protectively in front of her, indicating a traditional defensive posture about the entire matter as she launched into the cliff notes version of her story.
Tara tried to keep a professional look on her face, taking notes from time to time, even as the fantastical story unfolded in front of her. William never said a word the entire time, and Tara kept glancing at him. He was staring off into a distance, trying to block out as much of the tale as he could.
“And that's how we got here,” Buffy finished, rather tamely.
If Tara had been at home, she would have grabbed a large tub of Hagendaaz from her freezer and absolutely devoured it. But she was in 'professional mode' and as such, was determined to analyze the situation as best as she could.
“I see,” Tara said, finishing her scribbling on the pad. She was gripping the pencil so hard she was afraid it would snap in her hand.
“Do you have anything to say William?” Tara asked him.
“No,” he said gruffly.
Buffy looked away, pained, then bit her lip as if trying to hold back a comment.
“How do you feel?” Tara asked William, who took in a heavy breath, then shook his head. Tara could see he couldn't trust himself to speak.
“Hurt?” Tara prompted. He nodded, ever so slightly. “Betrayed?” He nodded again.
“I didn't betray...” Buffy protested hotly. Tara stopped her with a hand.
“I didn't say you betrayed William Buffy. I'm asking William how he feels.”
Tara's voice was kind, yet Buffy couldn't help but feel hurt by the accusation.
“That's not fair,” Buffy said, her voice trembling a little. “We both agreed.”
“Feelings aren't fair Buffy,” Tara explained. “They're just....feelings.”
Silence....
“The difference is,” William said. “You wanted to do it. Didn't you?”
“Is that what you think?” Buffy asked. “That I was some bored housewife........”
“I did it for us,” Buffy said. “You have to know that.”
“Oh come on Buffy,”William let out a short sharp laugh. “You're not still on that bend are you? You know it wasn't all about the money.”
“Did you want to?” Tara interjected. “Because its okay if you did.”
Buffy and William both looked at their therapist, googly eyed.
“Partners have these......desires all the time,” Tara said. “There's nothing wrong with it.”
“I'm just tired of this,” Buffy said. “Tired of being judged. Tired of fighting.”
“You can't change the past,” Tara said, looking at William. Whatever happened....happened.”
“You have to make a choice,” she said, quietly, looking at Buffy. “You can either let this destroy your relationship. Or you can move on.”
Suddenly, William's phone rang.
“Excuse me,” he said gruffly, as he left the room.
“You didn't answer the question Buffy,” Tara said. “Did you want to ?”
Buffy opened her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by her husband poking his head through the door.
“Have to go,” he said. “Work.”
He didn't wait for Buffy to say goodbye, just turned on his heels and left.
William pulled up to the building in a cab. He took the elevator up to the fourth floor, apartment 3b. The door was slightly ajar.
“Come in,” he heard her say.
William shut his eyes, took a deep breath then walked in.
Faith was sitting on her couch, waiting for him.
“Hey baby,” Faith said. “Glad you could make it.”
“What do you want Faith?” William said.


“Actually,” Faith said, coming close to him. “You have something I want.”
Faith attempted to get close to William, but he stepped back.
“Oh come on,” Faith said. “Don't be like that. You might hurt my feelings.”
William heard something in her voice that he didn't like.
“Excuse me?” he said.
“I said you'll hurt my feelings. You don't want to hurt my feelings do you?” Faith said, leaning back on her dining table. “Because then I might cry. And then I'd have to call Buffy and who knows what I could blurt out...”
And then he was moving quicker than he'd ever thought possible. His hand was around Faith's throat.
“Shut up,” he snarled. “You don't say a fucking word to Buffy.”
“Or you'll do what?” Faith croaked “Kill me?”
Spike thought about it for a second, then let go.
“You're pathetic,” Spike said.
Faith rubbed her throat for a moment.
“I can't stop thinking about it,” Faith said, confessionally, beginning to discard her clothing. “All the things we did. Do you remember what we did Spike?”
Spike grit his teeth. He knew he couldn't afford to antagonize her. She had him over a barrel.
“Things nobody knows about,” Faith said, stripping down to her bra and panties. “Things no one will ever know about.”
“No,” Spike shook his head, even as Faith took his hand, then placed it on her ass.
“Nobody has to know,” Faith urged. “Nobody gets hurt.”
“I can't,” Spike said.
“I've never been fucked like that,” Faith whispered.
Spike blinked.
“What?” he said. Those words. They were so familiar. Where had he heard those words? It came to him like a blinding flash of lightning. They were her words. Words she'd said to him. After she'd returned. And then a thought struck him. Buffy and Faith, sitting at this very table. Those very words coming out of his wife's mouth.
“I've never been fucked like that,” she said. He could hear the malicious glee in her voice. Could see the smile on her face. “That hard. That good. That long. I'm getting wet just thinking about it.” And then he could hear her laughing. Like she'd never laughed before. A cruel mocking laugh.
Of course he remembered those words. He'd tried to bury them. Dismissed them. She'd only been trying to hurt him. She'd admitted as much after. But the words haunted him. How could they not?
“I've never been fucked like that,” Faith was saying again. And again. And again. Or was Buffy saying those words? He just didn't know.
And Spike snapped. He grabbed Faith, spinning her around, then roughly bent her over the table.
“Want to get fucked do you?” he snarled in her ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeah” Faith grinned, loving his roughness. “Come on. Do it.”
Spike shrugged off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor. He kept Faith pinned to the table with one hand, even as he unzipped himself and let his pants fall to his ankles. Faith heard the fabric of her underwear rip as Spike tore it from her body.
“Oooh,” Faith purred. “You're such an animal. I fucking love it.”
“Shut up,” Spike snarled, smacking her ass hard enough to make her howl.
“Uh-huh,” Faith begged, when she felt his cock slide against the crack of her ass. “Come on. Put it in me baby.”
“Oooh,” Faith whimpered, when she felt his rough hand grab her breast. God, it was going to be sore tomorrow. “Unh. Come on. I need you inside me.”
God, Spike thought. What the fuck am I doing.
“Come on,” Faith whined. “Please.”
And then she felt him trying to move away. Faith held onto his hands, which were around her waist.
“I can't,” William said.
“Come on,” Faith said. “Stop teasing me okay. I'm fucking dying here.”
“No,” William said. “I'm sorry Faith. I can't do this.”
“Put it in,” Faith said. Her voice sounded deadly. It wasn't a request. It was an order.
“I told you,” William began.
“I don't fucking care what you said,” Faith snarled. “You don't get to treat me like shit whenever you feel like it.”
“I'm sorry Faith,” William said, trying to disengage with her.
“Fuck you,” Faith screamed. “You sure as hell didn't seem sorry when you were cumming in my mouth the other night.”
“That was a mistake,” William said, trying to pull back on his pants. “I was....upset. And drunk. It never should have happened.”
“Come back here and fuck me,” Faith said. “Or I swear to god, the next call I make......”
“You're right,” William said. “She should know. She deserves the truth at least.”
“You stupid son-of-a-bitch!” Faith said, her eyes narrowing. “You know the only difference between me and your precious Buffy?”
“Shut up Faith,” William said. He knew full well that Faith was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help but get angry.
“I'll swallow cum and love it. That makes me a slut,” Faith said icily. “But Buffy waited until the ten million dollar cheque cleared. Or was that your idea?”
“You're pathetic,” William said.
“Get out,” Faith said, shoving him backwards. She couldn't believe her final gambit had failed. “Just get the fuck out of here.”
Faith grabbed his jacket and flung it at him.
“Oh and FYI,” Faith said. “She told me it was the best fuck she'd ever had.”
And with that she slammed the door in his face. William called in sick at the office. And then he went to the nearest bar and drank until he was sure he was going to be sick. When he got home, he stumbled up to her room. He was in the guest room. Still. He turned the knob but the door was locked. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to confess. But he knew she deserved better than this. He resolved to speak to her tomorrow. It seemed easier. Tomorrow. So he stumbled into his room and fell asleep.
Buffy was curled up in her bed. Her cheeks wet. Her tongue salty. She kept replaying the memory. Over and over again.
She had walked upto Faith's apartment when she saw the door slightly open. She almost called out Faith's name when she heard her friend's voice.
“I can't stop thinking about it. All the things we did.”
Buffy could hear the tone in her friend's voice. She smiled to herself. Well, a little afternoon delight never hurt anyone. She took a half-step and turned, trying to be as silent as possible.
“Do you remember what we did Spike?”
That word froze her to the spot. No. Buffy hadn't heard that. She couldn't have. Could she?
“Things nobody knows about,” Faith said again. “Things no one will ever know about.”
She heard it then. Her husband's voice. It sounded like 'No'. But what was Faith talking about? What things? What had they done?
“Nobody has to know. Nobody gets hurt.”
Buffy's heart was pounding so hard she was afraid it would burst through her chest. She took a shaky step forward, braced herself and peeped.
They were standing by the table. Faith was in her bra and panties. His hand was on her ass.
Buffy's brain searched for a way to make sense of this. This couldn't be what it looked like. Could it? This was a mistake. All of it. Just a big mistake. She was about to step forward, but what Faith said knocked the wind out of her.
“I've never been fucked like that,” she heard Faith say.
Buffy didn't know how long she stood there. Dazed. His sudden movement broke the spell. She saw him grab Faith, spin her around and bend her over the table.
“Want to get fucked do you?” he snarled. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeah,” she heard the brunette say. “Come on. Do it.”
She saw her husband shrug off his suit jacket, letting it fall to the floor, even as he kept Faith pinned to the table with one hand. Then he unzipped himself and let his pants fall to his ankles. Buffy wanted to look away. It was like watching a car accident. She couldn't look away. And suddenly he'd ripped the underwear from her body.
“Oooh,” Faith purred. “You're such an animal. I fucking love it.”
“Shut up,” Spike snarled, smacking Faith's ass. When Buffy saw her husband's place his cock against Faith's ass she let out a shaky sob. Buffy covered her mouth horrified.
The last things she heard was Faith say 'Come on. Put it in me baby. I need you inside me.'
And Buffy had heard enough. This time, she didn't care how loud her steps were. How hard she was crying. She fled. She sat in the stairwell, crying hysterically. She cried and she cried and she cried. And then when there were no tears left she walked home. Slowly. She didn't remember when she locked her room or crawled into bed, getting under the covers. The next thing she heard was the sound of her bedroom knob turning. She ignored it, praying it would go away. It did. And Buffy gave herself to sleep.





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