[ 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.]
[ aww yih get it gurl. he's happy to drop the lines and simply moan his approval at her shift in focus again... and things escalate pretty swiftly from there.
keeping his nat 20 dex check, also adds:
a very manly 17 str check a respectable 14 fortitude save a 13 wisdom check and a 16 cha check
which makes for pretty solid sexy times, aight. for faith at least... ]
[Those are all fantastic things that Faith appreciates completely.
She still maintains her own dex 22 and easily matches him for all of his efforts:
a Slayer worthy 28 str check... don't worry, she won't break him with her 15 will save keeping her in line there's also the added 25 fortitude save a matching 13 wisdom check and a fancy 17 cha check
which definitely equals out for Quinn here. She's got mad skills, yo.]
[ hahaha he's gonna be the one to collapse first, falling back against the pillow with a satisfied half-laugh, one hand clapping over his eyes as he struggles for breath and bearings. ] Well, damn if you aren't even better at that than you are at clearing a building.
Anyway, Faith herself is slightly worn out, hair clinging to the damp warmth of her skin as she exhales with an amused laugh.]
You kept up, though. No magic bag required. [Faith still isn't the type to cuddle after, but she doesn't immediately get up and start getting dressed. PROGRESS. Or just the cold realization that she'd have to go back to the castle and there is a slight twinge of guilt creeping up on her over helping this guy rob a museum.]
[ he folds his arms behind his head, looking up at the ceiling with a smirk ] Every once in awhile, I leave it all behind. Start over again from scratch. Keeps me sharp.
[He has a good point and she feels a bit weird for not realizing that sort of logical reasoning, but Faith's never been big on the logic thing.]
Good point. [And now, she's at that spot where she wonders if she needs to start getting redressed and bailing on this. Which brings her to moving to sit up and glance around to start take inventory of where her clothing is.]
[ If he registers her discomfort, he doesn't show it, watching her look around with that satisfied glint in his eye. ] Plus, I've never really been all that interested in the lap of luxury. I used to hate those people. I'm not sure why I'd be in a rush to turn into them.
[Faith frowns, trying not to think about her own issues. About all the shit she saw Buffy have and how badly she wanted that. The family dinners and Christmas.]
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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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keeping his nat 20 dex check, also adds:
a very manly 17 str check
a respectable 14 fortitude save
a 13 wisdom check
and a 16 cha check
which makes for pretty solid sexy times, aight. for faith at least... ]
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She still maintains her own dex 22 and easily matches him for all of his efforts:
a Slayer worthy 28 str check...
don't worry, she won't break him with her 15 will save keeping her in line
there's also the added 25 fortitude save
a matching 13 wisdom check
and a fancy 17 cha check
which definitely equals out for Quinn here. She's got mad skills, yo.]
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Anyway, Faith herself is slightly worn out, hair clinging to the damp warmth of her skin as she exhales with an amused laugh.]
You kept up, though. No magic bag required. [Faith still isn't the type to cuddle after, but she doesn't immediately get up and start getting dressed. PROGRESS. Or just the cold realization that she'd have to go back to the castle and there is a slight twinge of guilt creeping up on her over helping this guy rob a museum.]
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And how often are you without it?
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Is that why you've picked this motel? Have I caught you at the beginning of some starting over moment?
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Good point. [And now, she's at that spot where she wonders if she needs to start getting redressed and bailing on this. Which brings her to moving to sit up and glance around to start take inventory of where her clothing is.]
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Yeah, but you say used to.
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Mind if I ask where you came from?
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Sorry. It's none of my business. [Because she's still just a girl that he met at a bar, robbed a museum with...? and then slept with.]
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