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*head-desk*

October 11th, 2006 (01:46 am)

*glares at computer* Malfunctioning computer parts and burnt out fans (again!) are really not what I needed on top of everything else.

Must try and catch up with LJ and stuff while it's still working for a bit.

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Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:00 am (UTC)

Hey darlin'. There you are. :P

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:03 am (UTC)

Lurking around on Messenger now, older and still probably not as wiser as I could be.

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:19 am (UTC)

I am not on the compy with Messenger. E-mail chat?

Hey - wait! Why are you still awake?

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:21 am (UTC)

Because I'm old and decrepit? Or I only got home an hour ago. You pick. :P

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:22 am (UTC)

Oh. But it IS nearly half 2 there?

And you are not old.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:25 am (UTC)

This is true, but also I have no work tomorrow, and am totally, utterly awake (annoyingly).

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:26 am (UTC)

Well, that's totally different. Why didn't you tell me it wasn't a school night.

So...what trouble can we get into? Wanna go tip some cows?

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:28 am (UTC)

It's not a school night.

You have cows?

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:30 am (UTC)

Err...well no. It was more of a figure of speech. A...cow shaped figure.

Being all bi-continental, I guess robbing a liquor store, batting mailboxes and smoking some weed are out too.

Well, shit. Looks like it's "write some porn" or "taunt each other verbally until someone cries Uncle". *shrug*

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:35 am (UTC)
Faith plus wall

I vote for "taunt each other verbally by writing porn".

Faith smirked. "You know, entering someone's room in only your underwear is normally considered a fairly blatent invitation."

Tag! :P

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:40 am (UTC)

Oh, you ARE evil...

Who should it be...who should it be...*thinks, thinks, thinks* Ah, hell. Let's go back to basics. I am too tired to get complicated.

Giles didn't even bother flicking on the light. "Seeing how this is MY room and I am fully clothed, I take it you are doing the inviting?"

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:47 am (UTC)
Giles resolve face

"Oh," Faith breathed in his ear, "You're only fully clothed for the moment. There's a lot of things that can happen in one night, G."

*snerk* Should have guessed it'd be the G-man.

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 01:57 am (UTC)
Faith - Cool Customer

Oh please God no. Faith never ever called him G-man.

Her hands came up on either side of his head, palms flat against the door. Leaning ever so slightly, she pushed the door closed, the click of the latch muffled somewhat by his body.

It was dark now, the only light the gentle glow from the nightlight in the hall, outlining the door with a thin thread of white.

She slowly raised up onto tiptoe, making sure every millimeter of movement brushed her body against his, and kissed him.


*smirk* I know something you don't know...

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 02:13 am (UTC)

Her lips were soft and yielding, yet firmly determined not to release him. Giles could feel her nearly naked body pressing against him, her warmth spreading through his chilled body.

He shouldn't do this. Not after last time.

Her eyes, once so untrusting, stared at him with a sparkle in them he hadn't seen in weeks. Her kiss seemed deeper, more playful than before. Her hands slowly slid down from the door behind him and cupped his face gently.

He kissed her back.


Oh? Do tell....

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 02:22 am (UTC)

He could feel her lips curl into a slight smile at the last of his resistance fading.

His arms curled around her and he moved them away from the door, in halting awkward steps as she refused, even for a moment, to pull away from him.

Bracing himself to lift her, he found that once again, she was one step ahead of him, as she curled one leg around his waist, half climbing into his arms.


Nah...you'll see when I get there.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)

The bed wasn't that far away from the door. It merely felt like it was taking forever to shuffle towards it with his arms full of very attractive Slayer. It certainly did not help matters when Faith started kissing and nibbling at the side of his neck.

"Faith..." he groaned quietly as they arrived there, "There's something I have to tell you."


*quirks eyebrow*

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 11th, 2006 05:09 am (UTC)
BtVS - Giles Me

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.

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 13th, 2006 01:22 am (UTC)
Faith plus wall

"Far be it for me to disappoint a lady," Giles murmered and stepped closer to the edge of the bed. This action placed himself at more or less the same level as Faith, and he wasn't disappointed at the look in her eyes as he stood there regarding her.

Rolling over onto her side, Faith looked up at him through those familiar eyelashes and slithered her way across the covering in such a way that bits of her very nubile flesh were fleetingly exposed to him in one of the most erotic sights he'd ever seen.

God! All these months, and she still had this power over him.

"Still the Watcher at heart," she teased as she reached her target, "Isn't it time you became more of a doer?"

Licking her lips in excitement, she gazed up at him now towering over her. She knew exactly what he liked her to do here and now, and a thrill shot through her. The dim light from the lamp spilt over the bed as she reached out slowly and started undoing his trousers.


And most kind of you to provide the visual link. *grin*

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 13th, 2006 02:13 am (UTC)
Retro - Coy

Practiced fingers made quick work of the button and zipper. She eased the fabric over his hips, keeping her touch deliberately light, and sent them to the floor with a tug.

She sat back and patiently waited as he slipped off his shoes, leaving them buried under his trousers. She could see him fighting the urge to pick them up and at least drape them over something so they wouldn’t wrinkle.

“We do have an iron you know,” she teased, rising up on her knees and carefully slipping his glasses off.

She set them on the side table and had barely started on the buttons of his shirt when he batted her hands aside. He hastily pulled the rest of the buttons free, sending one skittering under the bed.

“I could care less about wrinkles right now,” he snapped, pulling the shirt off and throwing it into the corner.

The corner of her mouth twitched, but only for a moment, as he all but tackled her.

She let out a laugh as she hit the mattress with a soft ‘whump’, her laugh quickly turning to a muffled moan as his mouth covered hers.

Three weeks was way to damned long, she thought, as they moved together with practiced ease. Her hands found their way beneath his undershirt and she arched up to meet the hand sweeping towards her breast. One of her legs snaked around him, caressing the back of his leg before pulling him closer, her hips tilting slightly so she could feel his hardness pressed against her.


Baby Slayer alert. Do what you will, but I get to write the interruption. Please?

Posted by: Sentimental yet sardonic (booster17)
Posted at: October 31st, 2006 09:38 am (UTC)
Faith Garbage 3

All yours, Ves. Looking forward to what comes next.

Posted by: Spectacularly Adequate Empress (empressvesica)
Posted at: October 13th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC)

And you are quite welcome for the...ahem, visual aid.

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