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[Open] To Hell and back again

Fucking hell.

Just when Jerry thought he was at the end of the world, he ends up here.

At least this place doesn't entirely suck. There is running water and a decent house to stay in with a basement. These are all good things.

What isn't good? Jerry has to fucking start over again. He's got to be polite and charming and all that bullshit. He's got to have a reason that he can only go out at dusk. Somehow, he doesn't think "construction worker" is going to be an excuse that carries here.

But he has money, he has beer. What he doesn't have is Faith. And he tries to tell himself that that doesn't bother him, but he'd be fucking lying (not that anyone here would ask, but it's the principle of the thing).

Despite the weather, he sits on his little porch, feet kicked up with a six pack of beer at his feet. He watches anyone who comes and goes in front of his little house. He's ready to smile, ready to say hi, ready to make nice. He's been alive for over 400 years because he's not an idiot. He won't feed on anyone too night; he just needs to make nice. See? Nothing to be afraid of here.

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Faith was starting to get really sick of how life seemed to want to fuck with her at every turn. First, the world was over, and every month in the Between seemed to come with something new to mess with her head.

But now that was over, how she didn't know, but now she was in a resort town. No Apocalypse to be seen. If this was Heaven, it certainly wasn't what she'd expected. Not that she'd expected to go to Heaven at all if it came down too it.

Except it was fucking with her in a new way entirely. Jerry.

She shouldn't care. Everything about him was unhealthy for her to be around, but that never stopped the ever growing feeling. And he now he was gone.

Faith had been here about a week or so, and each night she'd done the same thing. She wandered. What she was looking for, it wasn't clear. Some vain hope that maybe Jerry was here too, perhaps.

Tonight she found herself coming back from another pointless wandering, through the park, the beach, heading toward the apartment she'd set up camp in. She didn't even notice the figure watching those who passed by his porch, lost in thought.

See, he smelled her before he saw her. Jerry would know that smell anywhere.

And when he smells her, Jerry all but sits up straight, then he stands. She's easy to see in the gloom and he takes a good deep inhale of her and he smiles, even as he lets his fangs distend.

Maybe there is a fucking God after all.

"Of all the fucking places," he says, coming down the steps of the porch onto the lawn.

Her Slayer senses picked up something, muscles tensing and ready for a fight as she turned around before he even spoke. Then when he did- oh, when he did. Faith felt that tension leave her giving way to relief. Yes, he was a vampire. Yes, he was an asshole. But she didn't care about any of that.

She started toward him without a word. And maybe he'd have some snarky comment about it, but she hugged the fucking prick, tightly as if wanting to be certain he was really there.

Before he can say anything, she's on top of him and his arms are around her. She smells the same and feels the same and fuck it, he's glad she's here.

Of course, he has to say, "followed me here, did ya?"

She laughed into his shoulder, hiding her face so that he wouldn't see that her eyes had gotten kind of glassy. "Why? Were you tryin' to ditch me?"

"Wasn't trying to, but you gotta admit, the digs are nicer here," he tells her, nose buried in her neck. He won't bite her, but that's not to say he doesn't want to. Fucking hell, how had this woman weaseled her way into him like she had?

He gets his hands under her thighs and starts to carry her into his bare-bones-decorated house.

"A lot nicer. Not sure why you care about that though, you sleep in a hole." she teased, lightly, kissing along his neck feeling an immense sense of relief. She didn't protest in the slightest at having him lift her up into his arms. It was where she wanted to be, after all.

"Hey," he protested with a grin. "There's a bed in this place." Mostly because it seems like -

No, fuck it. He's not going to even think that shit that; that someone knew something, because fuck that.

He kicks the door shut behind them and carries her to the bed that is indeed there, where she gets dumped. He grins down at her, fangs still showing. Fuck. He missed her.

She'd missed him too, so sure that she'd seen the last of him. That she'd be alone again. The moment she hit the bed she was tugging off her shirt and then reaching to yank him down with her. Perhaps they should talk more, but they'd never done that much, so they sure as shit weren't going to do that at their reunion.

And look at them! They're on the bed! That's something, isn't it?

Jerry feels his fangs go away because he really, really wants to fucking kiss her. He lowers himself on to her and her heat makes him shudder even as their lips meet.

It's something, she much preferred beds over the dirt, as he well knew, which was the point. Faith let out a noise that might have been a sob but for his mouth now on hers. She'd deny it, of course. Faith just kissed him back, gasp on him tight and bruising if he were human.

He won't bruise, but he does growl a little, hips rocking against hers almost involuntarily. He doesn't need to breathe, so he doesn't break the kiss for that reason. He breaks the kiss so that he can run his dull teeth along her neck, feel and smell her pulse.

Since she already has her shirt off, he can only rip her bra, so that's what he does, baring her breasts and he nips and suckles there, too.

Faith cursed when he ripped her bra. At least clothing was easier to come by here, but still. She tugged sharply at his hair to voice her displeasure at the act, but her small laugh might have given him a clue it wasn't a harsh anger. "Prick."

"I'll get you a new one," he tells her, because yeah, seems here, you don't even fucking need money. What the fuck.

But from where he is, the only way is down - down to where he can get her jeans off, then her panties and he leans back on his haunches to get his own clothes off, not looking away from her just in case this was some kind of fucking cosmic joke.

"You better buy me twenty." she teased, moving when she had to in order to help him get her clothes off. Faith hadn't quite believed he was real either. She wondered how long it might take her to actually believe it for certain, then she wouldn't blink and he'd be gone.

Naked, now her eyes watched him undress like a hungry jaguar about to pounce.

It's a good look on her, really. Jerry smirks, reaching for her legs, pulling them up over his shoulders before he shoves in, not wasting any time, pretty much like any other time they're together.

But she feels hotter, tighter. Here, maybe, he thinks, he doesn't have to fucking share.

Here there wasn't any fading, not ubiquitous assumption that everyone slept with everyone.

And Faith didn't want anyone but him. Not now that she had him back. And no one else would have him either.

Faith cursed, tightening around his length. He felt right. Like hers.

He is hers, despite all talk to the contrary. As much she belongs to him, he belongs to her.

Fucking hell, he's whipped and he's not complaining.

Rearing back, Jerry thrusts forward again, hard enough to jerk this bed of theirs, claiming and being claimed.

She moaned, leaning up to kiss him more and forcing her warm body to press up to his cold one. Goosebumps covered the skin that touched his, shivering. It felt good, like ice against a sore muscle.

That's how they somehow end up all tangled up as they move together, knowing each other's bodies and how they react to the other's. Jerry gets a hand between them, teasing at her clit.

He knew her so well by now, that she was a gasping cursing mess by the end of it, holding to him, nails digging into skin. Faith knew how to get him off too, the slightest twist of hips to get him angled inside her just right. Coming, her name was on her lips.

"Fuck," he grits out, head back, hips slapping against hers as he comes.

It feels good, this. Just them. Just this. Just Faith.

As his movements slow, he gazes down at her. He'd missed her; it would show on his face even if he didn't say it aloud.

"Jerry-" she hummed, hands moving to clasp his face, just taking a moment in the afterglow to just look at him and reassuring herself that this was all real.

Yeah, it's him. He's here in this strange place and she is too. "Hey," he whispers, leaning in to nuzzle a kiss against her mouth. "Went through a door and ended up here. You too?"

"I was getting out of bed. It was lucky I was actually wearing clothes." Or her arrival might have been awkward as hell. "But I guess you wouldn't have minded if I had."

"Nope. Long as I was the one to find you," he notes. Why bother pretending otherwise? As he slides free, he lies against her side, arm and leg draped possessively over her, nose in that spot below her ear. "Guess we're stuck here for a while." Since no place seems to be permanent.

She hand her arms just a possessively wrapped around him. Faith closed her eyes, head turned to bury her face in his hair, breathing in the smell of earth.

"Guess so. At least this place is a shit ton nicer than the Between."

A-fucking-men to that. Jerry smiles, letting his mouth wander along her neck - no, he won't bite her, but that doesn't mean he doesn't think about it. "End of the world bullshit."

And Faith trusted that he wouldn't. Only if she let him. Maybe it wasn't smart, but no one had ever said Faith had the best judgement. Especially not when it came to him.

"Guess this means it was a lie. That it wasn't the end. Just some... trick."

"Pretty much."

God, she fucking smells amazing and feels better. Jerry stays close, getting her scent in his nose. "You gonna stay here?"

"Had an apartment a few blocks away, but only just got it so-" she didn't exactly have anything tying her there. Hell, she didn't even have to pay for the thing.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stay." Might as well keep going what they'd started in the Between.

Good. Maybe - just maybe - they won't fight as much? Who knows, right?

Already, he's touching her again, teasing her to arousal again.

She shuddered the moment his hand was on her, still sensitive from earlier but welcoming the hand. "Damn, you're insatiable." Clearly this wasn't a complaint.

He's a little warmer at least, thanks to being close to her, so at least there's that?

It's not too long before he's inside her again, moving more slowly this time, his cheek against hers as they rock together.

She'd always been averse to slow, for the feelings it had the potential to imply. But with him, all those feelings had already been expressed (perhaps less often with words than action), so there wasn't any insistence that he grow rougher that the move from the sensual to the obscene. Faith just let herself enjoy it, let herself fall even further than she already had.

The closer he was to her, the warmer Jerry became, like a snake, or a lizard. He moves with her, rubbing against her, scenting her and making her his own again and again. Later, they will explore this place. Find out what it is and where they are to be stuck again. They can find a place to get a beer, watch more people. See who it is they are to have to familiarize themselves with.

This was a plan Faith could get behind, sex, beer, perhaps a place that played music so that they could dance. Faith did love to dance. Not nearly as much as she enjoyed sex with him, but it was something she'd missed dearly.

Dancing?

Ugh. Jerry isn't much for dancing.

Moving together? That he can do, but dancing?

Well.

Anyway, a while later, they're dressed and headed out. The streets are quiet. Jerry can get used to this. He'll have to lay low, but what's new in that? Not much.

The way Faith danced, Jerry was sure to enjoy it. It was more foreplay than actual dancing anyhow.

She walked alongside him, looking around. Use to be she'd walk around at night looking for the vampires, not strolling around with one. "You meet any interesting people here so far?"

Jerry shrugs. "Most people here seem ... nice." Which ... ugh. But convenient for his purposes. "Troubled, I guess? Moody. But not all ... freaky like where we were."

"Huh. Well, I guess moody is better than other options." Faith had met more than a few people in the Between who were less than stable. "And nice, isn't so bad." Faith laughed, nudging him at the way he'd reacted to that.

"Another vampire here," he says, since Faith should know. "I smelled him but didn't see him." So, he has no idea what the guy is like. Ideally, he's not another Dio.

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