Faith Lehane (slayer_faith) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-08-30 20:10:00 |
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Current location: | Hospital |
Current mood: | tired |
Entry tags: | ben bale, faith lehane, place: la |
Reunion
Who: Faith and Ben
Where: The Hospital
When: Late Saturday Night
Damn Skylar and her persuasive (ok, bossy) ways. She knew it was hard for him to say no to her, so when she practically ordered him to come talk to Faith and be honest with her... he knew he had to do it. Even if it was already making his stomach hurt. He was so lost in thought that the walk to the floor she was on seemed instantaneous, and he was slightly shocked when he realized he was already there. Peeking in, he saw that she was fast asleep.
She may have been asleep, but Slayer hearing was awesome. Also, getting stabbed in the guy will cause you to be a little paranoid. Part of the reason that she couldn't get any decent rest in this hellhole. Her eyes shot open, but relaxed when she saw that it was just Ben. "Hey."
"Hey, yourself." He said, his voice a calming, soothing tone. It still killed him to see her like this, even if she was healing fast enough that she was almost ready to go home (even if she still couldn't do much exercise for a few weeks). "Just... wanted to check on you. Make sure you're alright."
"I didn't think the hospital allowed visitors this late," Faith said with a slight grin on her face as she sat up a little, hitting the button on the bed to make it go up as well.
"Yeah... Skylar said the same thing. To which I answered: money talks." He smiled, walking over to sit beside her, tenderly stroking her hair with the back of his hand. The next part... almost sounded more like he was talking to himself. "...can't believe I almost lost you."
"Hey...how are her and her baby doing, anyway?" Faith asked. "And you didn't lose me, so what's the worry?"
He knew how possessive he was sounding now... he just didn't care as much now. "They're doing good. I think they might be going home tomorrow or the next day. She might have said it, actually... but right before I left she mentioned breastfeeding and it kinda blew my whole train of thought right out the goddamn window."
Faith snorted. "Well, you are certainly not the first man to get distracted by that," she said. "Especially with it being Skylar, you certainly won't be the last." She looked him over. "You look like you've got something on your mind."
"Fuck this..." he mumbled, before expressing his feelings in the best way he knew how: he leaned over and just pressed his lips to hers, giving her a crushingly passionate kiss, one he'd been dying to give her for months upon months.
"Hmmpph," was the only sound she could make, but it was one of shock, to say the least. Fuck, she didn't think she'd be getting kissed this late at night, in a hospital bed. She might have, you know, brushed her hair or something? Showered, maybe? She didn't pull or push away, though. After the shock wore off a tad, she started to kiss him back.
He continued to just kiss her for a good two minutes, the feeling being more one of longing, of emotional desire, than of anything terribly sexual. And coming from Ben? That was strange indeed. After finally coming up for air, he laid a hand sweetly on her cheek, just looking into her eyes. Shit. He could feel the tears welling up. Ben did not cry. EVER. At least not in front of anyone. Not one person, not Bretton, not his estranged sister, not Meredith, not even Perdy, had EVER seen him cry. And it was all for naught now. He couldn't hold the tears back, felt the shame as they slid down his cheeks. "Just... I'm not ready to lose you, Faith. I'm ok with you hating me, as long as you're alive, and happy with SOMEONE. But I'm not ready to lose you totally, you hear me?"
Faith wiped away the tears from his face, just staring at him for a moment. She had honestly not been sure that Ben was capable of crying. Then again, she wasn't sure if she could do it herself anymore, either. Learn something knew every day. "I don't hate you, Ben," she finally said softly. "I wanted to. I tried everything in me to make me hate you. I couldn't do it. I loved you then and I love you still."
"Faith... I gave it up. That... that fighting ring. Knowing how against it you were, I sold it. I'm still gonna have a side-business... but it wont be anything like that." He just kept looking into her eyes. "If... if you're interested in getting back with me, I can't promise to ever change anything about myself... but I can promise to love you, with every part of me that knows how to." See? Honesty. Even when it sucks.
"I had heard that you sold it not long after," she admitted. "I almost wanted to talk to you then, but I was trying to be the strong bitch, you know?" She ran her fingers through his hair. "All I want is to be able to love you. I'm not happy without you."
"I can't promise you're not gonna see me trying to bed every other girl that flirts with me... I'm not gonna promise I'm going to be some... great boyfriend, like you deserve." He needed her to go back into this with no unrealistic dreams. "All I can promise you is to love you... and to be honest with you." He snarled a little then. "And to rip Candice's throat out, and spit on her while she dies."
"Damn Ben, all I want is love. I'm not exactly built for monogamy myself, you know," she pointed out. "I'm not a flowers and wine girl, anyway. You know that." She sighed at the last part. "I want to believe that Candice if fixable, but, then again, I am sitting here in the hospital bed with the whole in my stomach. I mean, I know a lot about where she was coming from. She got the shit end of the stick."
She's about to get more... he thought, but kept that to himself. "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you like that again. You're mine. You always have been. And nobody hurts what's mine."
She just leaned her head against his chest for the moment. She knew what was coming for Candi, but she didn't want to think about it right now. "Just say that you'll be coming back and we'll deal with the rest."
"You really think when I go, I'm getting taken down by these assholes? Hell no." For his part, Ben was one of the few that HAD no fears of not coming back. He was far too cocky to envision himself losing.
"Good, because that's all I want to hear about right now," she admitted to him. They'd deal with the rest of it later.
"Get some sleep, love." He said, kissing her forehead and getting comfortable. "I promise to be here when you wake."