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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 ?"
faith lehane: lipsscratchyouout on September 29th, 2006 02:14 am (UTC)
That reflection was waiting for her again, blurred by steam, when she had finished showering soon after Xander's call. The same furtive gaze of silent admission to her wrong doings. The same cowardice for not being able to verbalize those confessions to the people who needed to hear them.

Sweeping motion took her hand over the moisture, revealing a more solid image of herself. Wrapping herself in a towel, she stared for what seemed like ages. In a split second, she'd turned, hand shooting out for another towel and shaking it across her scalp quickly before flinging the door open. "Here's the thing."

She started, voice firm and no doubt surprising the unsuspecting ex carpenter. Another quick run of material through her hair and she tossed it aside, walking directly in front of him and forcing eye contact. "I'msorry." Rushed syllables filtered out in nervousness, yes, Faith was capable of such a thing. Closing her eyes, she sighed in annoyance at the mistake and tried a different route.

"Back then. Before, in SunnyD. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. Lot of shit I wish now I could take back. To Buffy, to everyone." Brown hues came into view again, determination present once more. "To you." Not at all concerned for her more than casual dress, she continued on in seriousness. "You tried to help me. . and I treated you like every other piece of sleaze had treated me. You were the first decent guy I knew."

A small pace began, hands wringing in each other as narration continued. "It threw me, ya know ? Didn't know they made 'em like that. I can't undo any of it, can't make it right." There a moment of vulnerability, where the notion that her entire speech would be rejected entered her mind. A flash and it was gone and she pushed out the last. "But I'm sorry."

The knock to the door didn't avert the direction of her gaze, even after the corresponding voice sounded. "Room service."
puffy_xandman on October 4th, 2006 01:49 am (UTC)
Xander was at a loss for words so he just stammered something in response but ultimately he was saved by the bell or more accurately a knock on the door.

“Food?” He asked opening the door and tipping the hop with some singles he had stashed in his wallet. “Hey everything is better with burgers.” Xand said feeling a little stupid. The apology was nice but kind of sounded like one of those deathsbed things that people made trying to feel less guilty. Faith looked healthy so he wondered what inspired this rant.

“Faith I’m not mad at you. You went through a lot and well it’s not like you killed…” He stopped, she had killed she just didn’t kill anyone he knew. In a way that made her crimes easier to forgive than Angels, Xander would never forgive Angel.

“Hey if I didn’t trust you would I be here offering you food and willing to share a bed?” Xander said looking at the slayer with her damp skin and perfect body wrapped up in a towel. He was human; it was hard to talk and not think about the body that the terry cloth hid.

“So why don’t we eat and see what is on TV?” He finally suggested taking a seat on the bed and digging out a burger. “Maybe we will be lucky and there will be a good made for TV movie.”
faith lehane: leanscratchyouout on October 4th, 2006 02:45 am (UTC)
He babbled and ran off to the door, leaving a certain Slayer feeling awfully lame in his wake. Had she really thought that was going to clear the air of all past crimes ? She'd tried to kill him for God's sake. 'I'm sorry' really doesn't cover it. Tongue flicked out in annoyance against the back of pearly whites, at herself and his seeming dismissal.

But leave it to Xander Harris to rank food above all else. Soon returning with his order, a dose of surprise was stricken to Faith as he stated he wasn't mad. Back turned, before intending to return to the bathroom, head snapped around with a near enough to feral look. "I did kill people." Words dripped like acid, but only in hatred for herself.

Forcing a sigh of relaxation, taking a piece of time to simply feel the droplets of water falling from her hair and hitting already dampened skin. "Maybe you shouldn't trust me." Confusion in her voice before bouncing back with a look of. . well, more confusion, but the comical variety. "And you don't really have a choice on the food or bed. That so doesn't count." Matter-of-factly she returned to the bathroom long enough to dress.

Which honestly, probably wasn't an approvement as she sauntered through the room on barefeet returning her things back to order, clad in nothing more than a black muscle tee and her underwear. Panties were styled much like hot pants, navy in color with a very distinguishing Bedtime Bear figure centered on the front. Finger was pointed at him as she moved for the food. "Don't." Given her normal appearance, and the lack of choice in her outfit now, he could probably work the warning out himself.

Unwrapping her burger and taking a bite she tossed herself back to the bed, eventually settling in a lounged position on her side. "By the way. . " Tone wrapped around the food in her mouth between chews, "there's no such thing as a good made for TV movie." Another few eager bites of her sandwich and she aimed a hand toward the cheese fries.
puffy_xandman on October 4th, 2006 02:59 am (UTC)
Xander saw that as a challenge and grabbed the remote and started to flip through the channels.

“How can you say that? They are like soap operas except the acting is not as good and they are 4 times as long.” Eventually Xand found the lifetime channel and pulled out a handful of fries.

“Oooh this is a good one. See her husband is a drinker and she has to win custody of her daughter from him because he beats them. The judge is corrupt and wants the girl to stay with her dad because he is southern and sexist. Oh and the woman’s mom has cancer so she has to find a way to pay medical bills for the mother while fighting for her daughter. It is all very touching.” Xand grinned at Faith as the movie played and finished his burger.

Soon all the food was gone but the movie was not even halfway over.

“See you will see a few of these made for women movies and be a total convert.” Xander insisted grabbing a pillow to rest his elbows on as he stretched out on the bed. It was all he could do to distract himself from the barely clad slayer ever so close to him on the bed.
faith lehane: troublescratchyouout on October 4th, 2006 03:30 am (UTC)
"I can say it because it's true." If there was anyone who wouldn't mind her endless appetite, it would be Xander. That was one of many good points about him. She could list a few but that would be verging on mushy. And Faith didn't do mushy.

Excessively drawn out groan came about midway through his explanation, though she did wait until he was finished to retort. "All these women are stupid. I've been with some bad cats before and to stay with someone like that. . ya gotta be two times coo-coo in the brainpan. Channel for morons is closer to the truth." She grumbled in complaint, her food soon vanishing, trash discarded from the bed.

In truth, he was lucky she hadn't come out naked. Okay, maybe not lucky, but it could have been awkward. But she usually preferred to sleep in the nude, so it was a grace on his behalf. "Convert this." In a quick motion hands had stolen his pillow, only to conk him firmly over the head with it.

Weapon released she stilled once more, not a shred of embarrassment for her attire. Canting her head towards the television, a faux look of innocence was used, pretending to be paying attention to the ongoing plot twists in the movie.
puffy_xandman on October 5th, 2006 03:09 am (UTC)
Xander stared at Faith with wide eyes for a moment. Did she just hit him with his pillow? Well not his pillow since the pillow belonged to the nice people at The Holiday Inn but still.

“Oh missy I think you just declared war.” Xand announced sitting up and grabbing another pillow from the back and smacking the slayer’s back side with it.

“Come on tough girl; let’s see how you fight pillow style.” His grin was mischievous. As fun as the movie had been this could only be more interesting. He had never battled a slayer in such fun circumstances.
faith lehane: if you want itscratchyouout on October 5th, 2006 03:45 am (UTC)
A laugh erupted from throat cavity, neither evil or heinous in its nature. It was simple amusement at the expense of his idea that he could take her, in any fight. "You sure you wanna do this, Xand ?"

It wouldn't hurt to give him a chance to surrender now. Xander was childlike in many ways. She seemed drawn to that, despite his dorkish habits. LoTR and comics aside, she felt relaxed with him. If such a thing were possible, she felt like she'd regained a piece of her innocence, the same that had been denied during her actual child years. All from a demon magnet cyclops. Who'd have thought ?

Sitting up against the slight motion of mattress, she flashed a hopefully disarming smile. "I mean. . if you want some ass play all ya had to do was ask." She was nearly as stupid as most labeled her, she was aware of the affect she had on men. And that still included Xander.
puffy_xandman on October 5th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
Xand grinned and smacked the slayer a few times with the pillow. “Hey this is to be a respectable pillow fight! Unless you don’t want it to be.” With that Alexander Harris reached over and grabbed a small handful of terry cloth covered breast.

“Come on Faith defend your honor.” He teased gripping his pillow tighter and taking another swing. It was fun; a bit like foreplay but with the added tension of not knowing it there would actually be any sex. He wanted her of course but he did not want to take advantage of Faith either. He knew how men often treated her; treated her like a sex toy. He wanted to show the slayer that she was more than that.

“What? Are you chicken? Afraid you will be bested by the one eyed fighting master?”
faith lehane: lipsscratchyouout on October 5th, 2006 04:42 am (UTC)
Eyeshot descended to his grasp of breast through t-shirt. Brow cocked and while head remained downcast, eyes shot upward to look at him with amusement. "What honor, Cyclops ?" She laughed, of course, as if it were a joking matter. But there really wasn't any part of her that had retained enough purity to defend.

The knowledge wouldn't be new to him so she hadn't thought it a big deal. At his taunting, however, she acted. Uplifting arm forced his hand from her personage, simultaneously snatching not only the free pillow but his as well. Yes, she was a sneaky one.

Both pillows pulled together, trapping his head between a deathblow of downy feathers. Taking the opportunity, both pillows were tossed from the bed and she jumped to her feet on the bed. Jumping around his position. "Oh ! How ya gonna best me now, carpenter ? Huh ?" Ruffling his hair, continuing what she would declare her victory dance.