*head-desk*

Arg. Reposted as I missed a few things from my rewriting and editing. Side note: We over 800 words. Damn. I pasted this all into a Word doc and already did some clean-up edits.

“I. Am. Sure it’s. Fascinating,” Faith managed between increasingly insistent and somewhat wet kisses along his jaw. “But. Do you. Have. To tell me. Right n-OOOW!?”

Faith jumped, her fingers digging painfully into his shoulders as they managed to just miss the bed, running her nearly bare bum smack into a bedpost.

She slid one leg to the floor, toes just touching the cold wood, and felt around behind her for bed. She kept the other arm and leg securely entwined around Giles, more to keep from falling over than anything else. Feeling the soft cotton of the quilt, she aimed herself at what she hoped was the bed and let go, careful to land on her uninjured side.

“Holy crap, I’ve heard this is like riding a bike,” she hissed softly, “but I never realized they meant we needed to wear protective padding.”

Easily navigating his own room in the dark now that he was free from marvelously shaped and limpet-like distractions, Giles flicked on the bedside lamp.

Faith was sprawled awkwardly across the bed, the flimsy black scrap of her lacy skirt hiked up to rub at a large red mark on her bare cheek. She squinted for a moment, eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.

Noticing his stare, she smiled – a small, teasing smile. She rolled over onto her back, momentarily striking a pose worthy of any pin-up or Playmate. Bracing herself on her elbows, she let her head fall back slightly, the movement pulling at breasts already straining against the top of her sheer black bra, eyes never leaving his. She straightened her legs casually, as if stretching, pointing and flexing her toes a few times to emphasize her well-toned legs, before slowly drawing one foot up the inside of the opposite calf.

She stayed like that, one arched brow asking the obvious question.

Giles started to answer, but found his mouth was suddenly not listening to his brain. He took a deep breath before trying again, taking his time enjoying the view.

“That is quite the fetching ensemble.”

“I thought so,” she said thoughtfully, hooking her index finger through the side of her very abbreviated knickers. “Of course, I bought it three weeks ago so when I went to put it on tonight, I barely remembered what I’d bought. It was sort of like sexually frustrated Christmas.” She grinned and let the elastic go with a snap.

“Three weeks?” Surely it hadn’t been that long.

“Three long, tedious weeks filled with midnight patrols, stakeouts, and Baby Slayer girlie drama. Why can’t they ever have a fight before ten p.m.?” Faith groaned. “Now for fuck’s sake, get over here and at least let me unbutton something before one of them has a nightmare and comes crying to your door.”


And now you know what I knew – I have an obsession of late about the total lack of hot, steamy, “we’ve been together for ages” porn. High time someone explored the advantages of having all those zillion other times under your belt, as the saying goes.

Also: My writing, NOW with visual aids: Faith's Outfit.

Seriously, I actually needed some sort of picture of figure out the mechanics of Faith’s little outfit. And I would never be so cruel as to keep this from someone who would probably appreciate the view far more than I…I mean, *ahem* also want to be as technically correct in his writing as possible.