[ 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.]
[She glances to where he nods and then gets up to grab them and tug them on. She won't even bother with putting her panties on. Those'll fit just fine in a pocket.]
Yeah. I -- yeah, kinda. [She grabs her shirt, again not bothering with the formality of her bra, tugging it on and then moving back toward him.] I don't -- I don't do this. The whole... [She fumbles for the words, because it's really hard for her to just admit that she doesn't know how to be the girl that stays and sleeps next to the guy. That no one's ever needed that from her.]
I should just go. You gotta fence that painting... or whatever. [She does stop though and find one of those cheap ball point pens and pad of paper on the cheap desk. She jots her number down and her name on the sheet of paper.]
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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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Yeah. I -- yeah, kinda. [She grabs her shirt, again not bothering with the formality of her bra, tugging it on and then moving back toward him.] I don't -- I don't do this. The whole... [She fumbles for the words, because it's really hard for her to just admit that she doesn't know how to be the girl that stays and sleeps next to the guy. That no one's ever needed that from her.]
I should just go. You gotta fence that painting... or whatever. [She does stop though and find one of those cheap ball point pens and pad of paper on the cheap desk. She jots her number down and her name on the sheet of paper.]
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Well, I gave you my number. So if you feel like sharing or a different reason, just call.
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