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25 September 2006 @ 10:47 pm
 
Lips parted to protest the number of rooms when Cordelia interrupted with her offer to take the smaller. That surprised her enough into silence. Chase passing up a suite ? Wasn't that one of the signs of the Apocalypse ? A mental shrug and Xander stepped on her next attempted statement.

At the word 'married' Faith's head snapped around in attention to him, managing to keep her expression lacking in shock. Biting the inside of her lip to avoid the laughter that threatened to spill out at his ridiculous story, she was pulled closer by his arm around her.

Yeah, the world had to be ending. Xander Harris, the man she had once tried to kill, openly putting them in a situation where people would expect them to be in close contact. As Kay's attention was diverted with the keys, she responded to his well pleased wink and smile with crossed eyes and a goofy face resembling something a six year old would do. "What can I say. . " the Slayer did her best at an innocent smile towards the elderly woman, "I just love banging hard things."

The woman didn't seem to notice the underlying perverted nature of her symbols reference, so Faith simply laughed to herself and turned to leave. That was when Xander's arm was offered to her. "Aw, now Pookie, no reason to be shy. It's our honeymoon after all." Dragging his arm around her shoulders, she held on to the wrist with a loose grip; the arm against him snaked around his back, allowing her hand to rest in his back pocket. Flash of Faith's normal predator smile and she lead him to the elevator, swearing she heard Cordelia scoff in disgust at the display.

The appearance was kept until arriving to their room after parting from the vision girl. He wanted to play and Faith didn't mind. It kept her from thinking of memories past, as well as amused her. But then Xander always had. Part of the reason she'd given that dork love a try back in the day. Before the attempted murder and all. Untangling from him as he had the key and would need his hands, she waited, and with a casual glance to the door, gave a chuckle. "Gonna carry me over the threshold, Hubby ?"
 
 
 
puffy_xandman on October 9th, 2006 09:25 pm (UTC)
He was done but they were not. The feel of the slayer, hearing her heart beat wildly away against his chest was the most perfect feeling. They were both clammy with sweat but he had no desire to get up and shower. He wanted to savor the moment and force the brunette to cuddle with him. She was defiantly not the cuddler so the carpenter would force her to learn.

“This was nice.” Xand finally said kissing her forehead and gazing deep into her eyes. “Would it be too much to ask if it means something?” He had never been one for one night stands, at least not in practice. In a way the carpenter thought of this as just a continuation of what they had in high school, granted it was years in the making but it meant something; it meant a lot.
faith lehane: smokingscratchyouout on October 11th, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)
No, definitely not a cuddler. Getting up, showering and coming back to an empty room was more her speed. Most of the time she hadn't minded either. Faith had always been great at picking the worst men. There had been Robin. He was stable and she'd adjusted to his manner of wanting a relationship. The only problem had been that he didn't do it for her. So, she'd never been comfortable enough around him to have that relationship.

Kiss to her forehead drug her from the thoughts, returning his gaze. "Shut up, Harris." Mouth met his for a moment in laughter and she rolled away from him, hand fumbling on the floor beside the bed. "Sure it does." Prize found, her position was restored, cigarette slipped from pack and lit. "Means you're up to eight whole minutes." Giving him a look, she nodded thoughtfully, smoke filtering out through nostrils. "I gotta keep you around now."

It wasn't the most heartfelt of declarations, needless to note. But it was drawn out Faith-speak for a simple answer-- yes, it meant something.