[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.]
[ he's definitely got supplies on hand, tucked in his wallet, so NO WORRIES. good job team, a+
also hot damn, that view. he tucks his tongue behind his teeth, shaking his head against his broadening grin as he gets closer, kicking off the remains of his own pants, so that he can climb up on the bed behind her, sliding a hand up her back, and tracing kisses along her shoulders. ]
[There was a time when this sort of gentle exploration wouldn't have played well with Faith. The thought that she deserved anyone who would take that sort of time and care with her would've been foreign. Her own feelings about herself making anyone getting close to her a difficult task. Having a single moment of someone caring about her in this sort of situation had only been stolen from Riley and even that didn't make her feel any better about herself. This tenderness could backfire on her completely...
Except, she'd been through a lot before slipping through that veil and she's not really going to talk about any of it -- because who in their right mind just opens up and talks about opting to just give up on living when sharing a drug-induced dream with someone -- but she's definitely going to be okay with thinking that she deserves something with a bit more time put into it. Not that she's planning on picking out a duvet with him, but right now she doesn't have the urge to flip him onto his back and choke him.
Progress, right?
Instead, her eyes close and she takes in a slow breath as she allows the brush of his lips against her skin to relax her a bit. The low will save of 7 suddenly makes her feel like she should share something personal!!] I used to live in motel rooms just like this one. Sixteen and trying to prove myself to the world. [She rolls over onto her back, now laying beneath him. Her fingertips smooth over his jawline once more, opting to bring him down toward her so she can kiss him again. It'll hopefully also keep her from opening up anymore.]
[ well, it's pretty successful in getting him to not take that as an invitation to start a conversation, anyway. while something in what she says provokes some kind of response in his eyes, as if her words touch on something he can identify with, he would clearly rather return the kiss, hands all too happy to explore her from this angle as well. he breaks this only to trail his kisses up her cheek and murmur against her ear: ] I get the feeling you've more than proven it.
[What he says sounds good, the lilt of his accent definitely helps, but hearing it means that she knows just how little he knows about her. He's just a guy she robbed a museum with. A guy she met at a bar. It makes it easier for her to dismiss what he says and to forget that moment that she had seen something in his eyes.
Her fingertips brush against his jaw, leading him back to her mouth so she can sink back into the kiss and leave everything else behind. Her hand moves from the gentle touch to his jaw down his chest and returning to her previous below the waist activities.]
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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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also hot damn, that view. he tucks his tongue behind his teeth, shaking his head against his broadening grin as he gets closer, kicking off the remains of his own pants, so that he can climb up on the bed behind her, sliding a hand up her back, and tracing kisses along her shoulders. ]
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Except, she'd been through a lot before slipping through that veil and she's not really going to talk about any of it -- because who in their right mind just opens up and talks about opting to just give up on living when sharing a drug-induced dream with someone -- but she's definitely going to be okay with thinking that she deserves something with a bit more time put into it. Not that she's planning on picking out a duvet with him, but right now she doesn't have the urge to flip him onto his back and choke him.
Progress, right?
Instead, her eyes close and she takes in a slow breath as she allows the brush of his lips against her skin to relax her a bit. The low will save of 7 suddenly makes her feel like she should share something personal!!] I used to live in motel rooms just like this one. Sixteen and trying to prove myself to the world. [She rolls over onto her back, now laying beneath him. Her fingertips smooth over his jawline once more, opting to bring him down toward her so she can kiss him again. It'll hopefully also keep her from opening up anymore.]
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Her fingertips brush against his jaw, leading him back to her mouth so she can sink back into the kiss and leave everything else behind. Her hand moves from the gentle touch to his jaw down his chest and returning to her previous below the waist activities.]
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