[Faith keeps her eyes on him as he speaks. It's not that she doesn't get what he's saying. Being a Slayer was pretty much all thrill all the time (save for the chance of Death) and she definitely didn't get paid for that. In fact, she lived by the whole "Want. Take. Have." way of thinking. Living in dive motels that she paid by the day wasn't really her dream path. It had been easy with the Mayor and then prison provided for her courtesy of the taxpayers. She's pretty sure that Angel would've put her up if she wanted to stick around.
Now, she's here and she gets a paycheck, but - she's pretty sure helping this guy steal that woman bathing her kids painting isn't gonna be something she tells them about. They might try to take it out of her pay and she's positive she doesn't make that much money.]
No, I get it. Sometimes all you want is something to make you actually want to get up in the morning. Nine to five isn't my deal either, but is that all you do? Steal something expensive once in a while to get cash flow again?
It's rarely, if ever, about the money. Not that that isn't a perk, especially where I came from. I've done a lot with my powers. But I've found that it's using them that keeps things fresh. Honing them. Seeing how far I can push.
I'm not a shining example of what not to do in life and I got the prison time to show for it, but there's gotta be other ways of getting your chance at using them that doesn't require evacuating a museum.
I get the thrill and [She doesn't hide the amused smile that comes from recounting the tale of adventure and deception.] it was definitely high up on my list of ways to get my heart rate up, but there are other ways to push yourself.
Prison time. [ he repeats the phrase with some surprise but also a hint of ... amusement. ] Well, well.
[ glancing casually down the alley, he takes one step closer to her, and then turns to study her features with definite interest, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against her hair. ] I suppose you're right about that. I can definitely think of some other ways to get the blood pumping.
[She's good not to mention the whole... manslaughter charges. Or you know, "Hey I killed a man one time in an alley JUST LIKE THIS ONE. It was even near a trash bin, too!" because that's probably a mood killer.
Faith doesn't move away from the touch to her hair either. See: prior comments about him being pretty.]
Took a museum robbery to get you all the way to that idea, did it? [Yes, Quinn, she's pretty much stating that they could've skipped that part and he still would've had a chance with her.]
Took you walking in the room, actually. But it didn't seem as good of an opener. [ his fingers slide through the back of her hair and then he draws her closer, lingering for just a moment a hair's breadth apart to let his lips curve into a smile - and then he goes for it. ]
You'd be surprised. [Look, she's not saying she's easy to get into bed, but she's easy to get into bed.
Either way, she doesn't mind the closeness at all and when he goes for it - he gets it... and probably more than he expected, because Faith just opts to slide her hand up the front of his jacket, taking a fistful of it and pulling him closer. She's direct.]
[ he releases a pleased noise at the abruptly aggressive act, and his free hand winds around her waist, yanking her hips flush against his (str 20). the kiss is recklessly hungry, void of any subtlety about where he wants this to go. headlights illuminate the alley for a few seconds as a car turns down the street beyond, at just the right angle, creating a sense of being incredibly exposed, even if there's no one else visible. ]
[Faith isn't even gonna concern herself with a bit of need coming from him. Her own mentality being one of needing to get off after a good bit of Slaying and she's just saved the world. There wasn't much sex happening in Los Angeles, either. She's a tiny bit pent up. The strength isn't anything for her to concern herself with either. She can keep him in his place (str 28) without much effort, but she's good with just letting it roll where it goes. The lights in the alley stir a sound of amusement from her, but she doesn't stop kissing him. Her hand moves from the grip on his clothing to the back of his neck with every intention of keeping him right where he is.]
he all but grins against her lips when when she doesn't show any signs of stopping, and the hand on her back shifts to slide up under her shirt eagerly, his hand unusually warm against her back, especially in contrast to the slight chill of the evening air.
a spot check of 18+ will notice the wisp of smoke rising out of the dumpster beside them, or a wisdom check of 18+ will catch the smell of something burning, but he seems either oblivious or unbothered as he continues the heated kiss, yanking her back against the brick wall with him. ]
[A spot check of 11 (sad trombone) doesn't help her out here, but her wisdom IS 18, so she definitely can smell something burning. Given his preference earlier for a touch of arson, she is slightly concerned. Her fingers move up into his hair, tugging lightly as she pulls away from the kiss just enough to murmur something.]
Pretty sure the trash is on fire. [Which, by the way, won't smell very sexy at all if there is actually trash (or a homeless person) in there.
But with her statement re: the fire made... she'll just go back to kissing him. Any decisions about her safety and/or the risk of the fire department will be made... later.]
[ his eyes flash open at the comment, and for a moment, there seems to be a reflection of flames behind his eyes that vanishes as quickly as it appeared. his gaze is half-lidded with lust, and it seems to take him a second to register, especially when she yanks him back into a kiss, and he groans his approval, getting lost in the moment again. but eventually, between kisses he manages to say: ] Maybe-- we should take this-- somewhere a little less -- flammable.
[WELP. She isn't gonna bring him... to the castle (awk 9000+).
When he stops kissing her, there's actually a needy sound of adorable complaint that comes from her. She will deny it ever happening if asked. Still close to him, her hands play in the hair at the back of his head before dropping to his shoulder and then down his chest so she can (gently) press him away from her.]
You lead. [Because, again, she isn't gonna bring him back to the castle. HE HAS A PAINTING IN HIS POCKET.
[ his eyes crinkle with enjoyment of their apparent mutual... state (and yes. it's definitely both.), and he rubs a hand encouragingly against the skin of her lower back as he looks down the alley ] I've a place nearby. Temporary enough, so if something happens... [ his smile turns roguish as he winks at her, glancing at the smoking dumpster ] No harm done. [ he stares at the bin for a moment, seeming to concentrate hard, and as abruptly as it began, the smoke stammers to a stop. satisfied, he starts to pull her down the alley in the opposite direction, letting his hand drop down out of her shirt again, and sliding it into the back pocket of her jeans as they go. ]
[Faith is still way too interested in these fire starter skills Quinn has, so she's a bit distracted as he seems to stare the fire down and force it to surrender. At least, that's how she's going to say it happened if she ever has someone she can tell this story to.
While the narration is amused at his 80s back pocket hand move, Faith herself only cares about getting to their final destination. It that requires her being rather linked to him (something, again, she'd never admit to if asked) then that's what it'll take.
[ the 'temporary place' turns out to be... a shitty hotel, actually, which is probably familiar territory to faith. it's surprising, considering how much he probably is going to be able to fence that painting for, that he wouldn't be holed up in the ritz, and yet--
he doesn't offer an explanation either, just heads straight for the room, yanking the key out of his pocket, and gesturing for her to head in first. the room is small, but orderly, and much cleaner than the building looks on the outside. there's really not much of anything in the way of personal effects hanging around, aside from a few things in the bathroom, and a single suitcase sitting on the table.
before the door even closes behind them, he advances into her space, slipping one hand around her waist and closing the gap between them. ]
[Faith couldn't feel more at home in this dive motel than if there had actually been a sign that said 'Welcome, Faith' - though, the last time that happened she did end up with the shit kicked out of her. Thanks, Angelus and the Beast. She doesn't judge him on his temporary set-up and doesn't really even notice the lack of personal things. She's never had much of anything to call her own once she left home, so she doesn't really think anything is particularly odd about this arrangement. She does stretch her foot out to kick at the door and let it actually close, even as he's closing in on her personal space.
With him back up against her, she turns them and puts him to the wall as her eyes rake over his features with a great deal of appreciation. While she does this, her one hand opts to unfasten the belt on her pants. The metal buckle clacking against metal before she yanks the end and sends it to the floor with flourish. No one step on that later. It will hurt.]
[ he watches her eyeing him hungrily with a half-grin, looking just as turned on the evidence suggests when her hand brushes against the growing bulge in his jeans to free his belt. quinn slides the hand at her waist past the lip of her jeans, reaching down to squeeze her ass, as he starts to peel her coat off one shoulder with his other hand. his own eyes drop unabashedly to her rack, and then take their time tracing back up lustfully. hey gurl hey. ]
[Her shoulders roll, trying to help him with his effort to get her jacket off of her. the weight of the thing helping once it gets to her elbows and once she's free from it, Faith just opts to peel her shirt off and toss it aside. Her clothing is probably going to end up scattered across this room and she doesn't really care. Fingertips move along his jawline as she leans in and kisses him again. It allows her that closeness before she presses her body against his fully. Faith smirks against his mouth, keeping the kiss as her hands move to fit between their bodies and she opts to start at the button and zipper of his jeans.]
he kicks off his shoes with ease as she works at getting his pants undone, and i rolled a NAT TWENTY DEX CHECK for these makeouts ok, so his tongue is performing some circus acts in her mouth apparently. enjoy that. in the meantime, his hand keeps traveling and seeks out her bra clasp - assuming she has one on. DOES HE FIND ONE???? WE JUST DON'T KNOW. ]
[it is an incredible jawline and she's pretty fond of it.
he definitely finds a bra, but don't be disappointed when about 30% of her rack goes with it. her own dex is pretty high on its own (22), but the dice gave her a bonus 15 to work with, so she's gonna be more than capable of keeping up with his amazing skills. her shoes won't kick off so easily, which he'll discover eventually, but faith is having enough fun with just working on getting him undressed. Well, partially undressed as once his pants are undone, she opts to slide her hand into his pants and be as direct as possible.]
[ his eyebrows climb up in momentary surprise, that doesn't last for long, replaced by an approving noise rolling out of his chest. he kisses his way down to her throat, where he finds a particularly sensitive spot to tease insistently with teeth and tongue while she's occupied in his pants. ]
[A warm laugh comes from her as his mouth moves against her neck.] You are good at that.
[It must be that dex score. Her own sleight of hand score 25 makes it probably barely noticeable that she's managed to get his pants to just drop off his hips with one hand which allows that occupied hand a lot more room to keep occupied.]
Looking forward to tryin'. [ his breath hitches again, and his eyes roll closed again as she hits a sweet spot, that makes him lose some serious patience over here. he jerks his head across the room, at the bed, raising an eyebrow ]
[Those aforementioned boots are going to need to get unlaced right about now. Unfortunately that does mean that her hand needs to stop what it's currently doing. She'll back up and move to sit down on the edge of the bed, leaning down to unlace her boots and kick them off. It doesn't take her too long and she's got a nice view of Quinn while she does so. Now, an intelligence check does put her at 17 (even I was shocked), so either she brought her own protection because she knew exactly what she was looking for at that bar earlier, or she'll eventually get around to asking him if he has protection.
For now, she'll just stand up and shimmie out of her jeans, leaving them close by. With them off of her, she'll turn to get on the bed. It looks pretty much like this only... less clothing.]
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Now, she's here and she gets a paycheck, but - she's pretty sure helping this guy steal that woman bathing her kids painting isn't gonna be something she tells them about. They might try to take it out of her pay and she's positive she doesn't make that much money.]
No, I get it. Sometimes all you want is something to make you actually want to get up in the morning. Nine to five isn't my deal either, but is that all you do? Steal something expensive once in a while to get cash flow again?
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I get the thrill and [She doesn't hide the amused smile that comes from recounting the tale of adventure and deception.] it was definitely high up on my list of ways to get my heart rate up, but there are other ways to push yourself.
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[ glancing casually down the alley, he takes one step closer to her, and then turns to study her features with definite interest, reaching out to lightly brush his fingers against her hair. ] I suppose you're right about that. I can definitely think of some other ways to get the blood pumping.
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Faith doesn't move away from the touch to her hair either. See: prior comments about him being pretty.]
Took a museum robbery to get you all the way to that idea, did it? [Yes, Quinn, she's pretty much stating that they could've skipped that part and he still would've had a chance with her.]
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Either way, she doesn't mind the closeness at all and when he goes for it - he gets it... and probably more than he expected, because Faith just opts to slide her hand up the front of his jacket, taking a fistful of it and pulling him closer. She's direct.]
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he all but grins against her lips when when she doesn't show any signs of stopping, and the hand on her back shifts to slide up under her shirt eagerly, his hand unusually warm against her back, especially in contrast to the slight chill of the evening air.
a spot check of 18+ will notice the wisp of smoke rising out of the dumpster beside them, or a wisdom check of 18+ will catch the smell of something burning, but he seems either oblivious or unbothered as he continues the heated kiss, yanking her back against the brick wall with him. ]
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Pretty sure the trash is on fire. [Which, by the way, won't smell very sexy at all if there is actually trash (or a homeless person) in there.
But with her statement re: the fire made... she'll just go back to kissing him. Any decisions about her safety and/or the risk of the fire department will be made... later.]
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When he stops kissing her, there's actually a needy sound of adorable complaint that comes from her. She will deny it ever happening if asked. Still close to him, her hands play in the hair at the back of his head before dropping to his shoulder and then down his chest so she can (gently) press him away from her.]
You lead. [Because, again, she isn't gonna bring him back to the castle. HE HAS A PAINTING IN HIS POCKET.
Or he's just really happy to see her.
Or both.] I'll follow.
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While the narration is amused at his 80s back pocket hand move, Faith herself only cares about getting to their final destination. It that requires her being rather linked to him (something, again, she'd never admit to if asked) then that's what it'll take.
To the temporary nearby place!]
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he doesn't offer an explanation either, just heads straight for the room, yanking the key out of his pocket, and gesturing for her to head in first. the room is small, but orderly, and much cleaner than the building looks on the outside. there's really not much of anything in the way of personal effects hanging around, aside from a few things in the bathroom, and a single suitcase sitting on the table.
before the door even closes behind them, he advances into her space, slipping one hand around her waist and closing the gap between them. ]
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With him back up against her, she turns them and puts him to the wall as her eyes rake over his features with a great deal of appreciation. While she does this, her one hand opts to unfasten the belt on her pants. The metal buckle clacking against metal before she yanks the end and sends it to the floor with flourish. No one step on that later. It will hurt.]
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a really nice jawline ok.
he kicks off his shoes with ease as she works at getting his pants undone, and i rolled a NAT TWENTY DEX CHECK for these makeouts ok, so his tongue is performing some circus acts in her mouth apparently. enjoy that. in the meantime, his hand keeps traveling and seeks out her bra clasp - assuming she has one on. DOES HE FIND ONE???? WE JUST DON'T KNOW. ]
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he definitely finds a bra, but don't be disappointed when about 30% of her rack goes with it. her own dex is pretty high on its own (22), but the dice gave her a bonus 15 to work with, so she's gonna be more than capable of keeping up with his amazing skills. her shoes won't kick off so easily, which he'll discover eventually, but faith is having enough fun with just working on getting him undressed. Well, partially undressed as once his pants are undone, she opts to slide her hand into his pants and be as direct as possible.]
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[It must be that dex score. Her own sleight of hand score 25 makes it probably barely noticeable that she's managed to get his pants to just drop off his hips with one hand which allows that occupied hand a lot more room to keep occupied.]
Are you gonna be able to keep up?
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For now, she'll just stand up and shimmie out of her jeans, leaving them close by. With them off of her, she'll turn to get on the bed. It looks pretty much like this only... less clothing.]
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