Lashing out would have been far too easy. So despite every cell in her body screamed at her to lash out, to break something, she refused. She stopped pushing her feelings down and finally allowed them to spill out. Her mouth like a running faucet that had no turn-off valve, so the words kept flowing from her mouth. It was good, this was good for them, because if they had just talked, let themselves feel for once…they could have avoided the months apart.
What happened next after she spoke her piece, it was surprising but it was all too welcomed. The hand at the back of her neck pulled her close and her hands were quick to grab hold of the vampires waist. Just this was enough to cause her knees to have a slight wobble to them, the familiar perfume that Pam wore and the cool touch from her was enough. But the crashing lips against her own, her heart fluttered ( cheesy and ironic, she knows it ) and a content sigh left her. For so long this is all she wanted to do, just wanted to be in her arms again, to taste her lips and be whole.
Sniffling as the kiss was broken briefly, she leaned into the blondes hand, her own coming up to cover it with a teary smile. “I forgive you,” she whispered, her other hand moving to cup her cheek, thumb stroking gently. “I love you…okay? I-I love you an’ I won’t ever stop lovin’ you.”
WORDS OF FORGIVENESS FILLED HER with another sense of desire that seemed to provide allowance for further indulgence. Even more so as it was followed with words of love. Given that second chance, she was not about to waste it again ; not this time, not with her. Another split second of movement and suddenly, the entirety of the desk was removed and swept onto the floor with a harsh growl from Pam who instantly shifted Faith onto the edge. Parting the Slayer's legs, Pam stepped between them but returned her hands to the side of Faith's face, kissing her deeply and passionately again. She had owed the other everything after their last encounter and she would give her anything and everything she wanted from that night forward, starting with this moment. Instantly now did hands begin to remove the other's clothes, her jacket and shirt for starters. Parting their lips if only for a moment to say, ❝ I neva' should've let ya walk outta that house. ❞ She had known it then and even more so since. Never again would she put Faith - or her - in that position again in fact, plans were already being made in her head on how they would begin to move forward. Until that moment though, she needed to ensure that Faith knew that she was all in. ❝ Tell me you're mine. ❞