Forever Young (Faith)

[Connor Angel Reilly]

Never had he missed an AC more than right now. With the windows down, his Firebird resembled the surface of the sun. But it was either fix the transmission and make it to Virginia or replace the air conditioner; and Connor had to begrudgingly admit he had chosen wisely. The collection of empty Smart water bottles in the passenger seat had begun to set up a rank and file system, and he idly wondered if he could get away with adding one more before they gained sentience and revolted. With a shake of his head, Connor flicked through his playlist before settling on some Cirque. The hauntingly lyrical Varekai soundtrack helped him zone out completely, no longer frustratedly focused on the never-ending highway before him and the shimmering heat coming off the asphalt. He was almost there. Just another hundred miles and he could park and pass out.

It was the cool comfort of the setting sun that brought the blissful lines of the Richmond city limits sign. Gripping the wheel firmer in his hands, Connor shifted awkwardly. Trying to return feeling to his legs before taking his baby girl off cruise control. And once off the exit, Connor slipped into a Park 'n' Ride and reclined his chair back all the way before shoving the heels of his hands into the hollows of his eyes. As his iTunes shifted to play one of his favorite songs, all he could do was groan in exhaustion. He had, no clue how to find his Dad. Or Faith. Or anyone he knew. He had just spent a huge chunk of time crossing the country for a gamble, the hope his father even wanted to see him. Settling his nerves, he fought with the seat to return to upright and locked before he decided to do what he used to do best back in Quor'Toth.

Track…

It took a few hours, but he didn't think anyone would mind him knocking at nine 'o'clock at night if this door belonged to who he thought it did. The scents of Faith, Willow, and Angel were strong here; though he was unsure of who to even ask for. The heavy perfume of young females rang in his nose, and he thought better on asking for his father right off the bat. Ringing the doorbell, he leaned back onto his heels after shoving his hands deep into his back pockets. As soon as the door opened, he flashed a bright and playfully flirtatious smile at the person who answered it before looking up at them through his lashes.

"Hey, I'm looking for… Faith?"

::stop:: As promised, hon. Sorry it's so late. ^^;;
::look:: Outfit
::listen:: Forever Young by Audra Mae
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Faith twisted the top off of yet another bud light. Taking a quick swig, she grunted in disgust as it tasted like water. Unfortunately for her it was the only thing in the house right now. Next time Buffy went shopping she was going to have to put in a request for something better. Coors light would be good, or Sam Adams, hell even Babat Blue would be better than bud light. She assumed that since Buffy rarely drank, and if she did she didn’t drink beer, that she didn’t understand how crappy bud light was. Nonetheless she drank it anyways because it was the only alcohol in the house. She had cleaned out all liquor the other night and hadn’t yet made a trip to the store. She hated shopping and knew that if she went out and only got beer, and no groceries, that she’d look super selfish.

Currently she was plopped down on the couch in the living room watching an MMA fight. It was nearly pathetic at how these men really thought they were great fighters. Half the time they were on the floor wrestling without actually doing any moves. It made her laugh every time when the winner shit talked behind stage about how much of a badass he was. She could guarantee that if any of these men came across a Turok-Han, or even a regular vampire, they’d piss their pants and run away. Yep, it’d happen and she knew it would. Men were such babies when it really came down to it. Hell, even Spike was a baby sometimes and she liked to think he was decently badass.

Deciding not to watch this shit anymore, she began to channel surf. Flipping through the channels she didn’t find anything at all worth watching. So she flipped it off and went to head down into the basement to do some drunk working out. Why not, right? However she was interrupted halfway down the steps by a potential named Marissa, literally screaming for her to come to the door. ”I’m coming, chillax”

[/color] she replied loudly, turning around and heading back upstairs. As she made her way to the front door, she saw Marissa standing in front of the doorway. ”What is it?”[/color] she asked, wondering what in the hell was so damned important. Stepping out of the way to show the person at the door, Marissa told her that he was here looking for her and skipped off.

Once she realized who was standing in the door….she nearly had a heart attack. It was Angel’s son, Connor, what the hell? However without even thinking about it, she simply rushed forward and wrapped her arms around him almost hard enough to break a rib. After the quick hug she pulled back and looked at him, a grin on her face. ”What in the hell are you doing here, trying to stir up trouble?”[/color] she asked, though she was only kidding and this was obvious by the grin across her features and plus, she still had a drink in her hand. Even though she knew his presence would create uber drama, she was still excited as hell to see him.[/center]
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Tag: Connor
Word Count: 533
Outfit: Click here for Faith's outfit.
Notes: She is pumped, but she's also going to get him away from the house in her next post. Doesn't want Buffy to see him for obvious reasons, and she's been drinking, and plans to continue, lol.

[Connor Angel Reilly]

The young girl at the door was sweet, albeit a bit wide eyed when he gave her his disarming smile. And the soft chuckle under his breath as she scampered away was barely hidden behind his hand, fingertips rubbing across both his cheekbones and palm covering his smirk. When she stepped aside to let Faith come into view, Connor couldn't help his eyes from softening as the hand formerly cupping his face shifted to rub against the back of his neck. Before, the grin he offered the younger Slayer (because what else in the world set his nerves alight then the Chosen Women) held a level of teasing flirtation. When the Bostonian beauty, who he was not ashamed to admit having a crush on for years, stepped forward; the smile took on a significantly more honest reaction. So much flooded into that simple smile; not an ounce of it duplicitous. Happiness, a touch of coy attraction, shared history; the smile Connor gave Faith was all for her and her alone. The last time they saw each other things had become exceptionally complicated thanks to Cordelia and her baby possessed inanity. This was exactly what he needed, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.

"Hey Faith."

He couldn't keep the laughter in his chest as he tucked the smaller woman against him once she wrapped around him. Her strength was rather intense, and the fact that he didn't have to hold back when it came to his own was incredible. Both of his entire relationships with Natalie and Tracy forced him to be so delicate; never once had he been able to truly let go with them completely. Whether it was simply holding them or anything physical between them, he had to always be aware of how frail they were and how he could seriously injure someone. It had given both relationships a level of constant control and neurosis that no doubt added to their eventual failure. So when Faith squeezed him tight, Connor relaxed and happily did the same. It was cathartic and made his stomach clench and chest flutter behind his ribs. The scent of her danced in his nose; the notes of her shampoo mingled with the tang of the beer and the neck ruffling essence that he had recently discovered belonged to Slayers. But beneath it all there was a sweet spice that was all Faith and it sent his senses reeling and sight temporarily fade to white.

But he wasn't a besotted schoolboy anymore, and as much as he had feelings for her since he was nineteen didn't mean the same now. They were different people and time had passed; to not acknowledge that would be foolhardy. He was an adult now, college student and a lot more stable now that he had a chance at redemption and normalcy. And she had survived hell and back, becoming one of the Heroes of the now fallen Sunnydale and mentor to the armies of young and impressionable girls. Her swagger and sexiness aside, Connor respected Faith too much to just see her as some sexpot. Even though he desperately wanted to despite his better judgement… He would let this go how it would go, because knowing the Slayer she would bolt at the first sign of interest coupled with emotion. The similarity to breaking a horse to bridle and bit flared through his mind, along with summers at the farm with his kid sister. But he was pretty sure the woman would slap the hell out of him at the comparison, regardless of how accurate it may be.

When she pulled back grinning, Connor beamed back at her; nose crinkling a little in mirth. This was exactly what he needed; already his world was righting with this small taste of the Good Fight. He wasn't a confused teenager anymore, or a disturbed young man with more problems than he ideally should have had. This was the fresh start he needed more than anything, all he needed was for people to see that he was different. "Not intentionally. Law school was getting a little too boring, figured I could come cut my teeth on the front lines a little more. If I'm still needed that is? Digging Xavier's Institute; by the way." His tone was carefree and significantly more self-confident than the last time they interacted, the slight nerdy X-Men reference had to be made much to his chagrin. The relaxed and low timbre of his voice continued, right eyebrow arching in a perfect line while he nodded towards her Bud Light. "Looks like you're suffering over here. Demons take out the liquor cabinet or did I walk into the middle of a hostage situation? Because there's never a reason to suckle on one of those bad boys unless you're desperate or being punished." Internally, Connor kicked himself with the word choice of 'suckle', mind taking a rather lewd direction and sending his thoughts tumbling into a tableau of full lips, darkened eyes and a fan of brown hair spilled over a pillow. Giving himself a mental shake, Connor tried to focus on something, anything but his thoughts. He was better than this; his years of raging hormones left behind in his teens. But the pair of them had history, interrupted as it was. And it was frustrating as hell.

After a moment, Connor pushed his errant brain back under control with case law recitations, though he wasn't sure he could ever look at Korematsu v. United States the same way again. Stuffing his hands once more into his back pockets, Connor relaxed on the front stoop. The banter was comfortable and he had no reason to press for heading inside. True, he should probably find a hotel at some point later tonight, but that could wait until he was done catching up with his friend. He glanced back at his '68 Firebird before looking back over his shoulder at her. Instantly his face shifted into something playful with a wicked undercurrent; tracing his tongue over his canine he smirked at Faith before nodding towards the car.

"Wanna play hooky? Lady's choice." He had an iPhone and what he had been told was an exceptionally sexy car; if he played his cards right, she wouldn't even realize he was flirting with her. A trick that Connor was certain had to have come from Angel.

::stop:: I absolutely love this plan! Sorry so long btw, he wouldn't stop talking. Plus I had to make sure to get this out before NYC! <3<3
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Stereo Hearts by Gym Class Heroes featuring Adam Levine
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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As odd as it probably seemed to most people, she felt like she had a certain bond with this boy. Since she had met him she had realized that he held a certain fancy for her. That much had been quite obvious with his frank comments and checking her out with absolutely no shame. While she appreciated the attention as much as any woman would, she knew it would never go any further than simple flirting. Hell she didn’t even really flirt back, she simply punched him in the arm and berated him slightly. He however had always flirted with her shamelessly not caring one bit that he was her mentor’s son. It would be far too weird for her to get involved with Angel’s son and not only that but, she hadn’t ever thought of him like that. In a way she more or less saw the boy as a little brother of sorts.

Of course she would never, ever, tell him that she thought of him like that. Not only would he be hurt but probably pissed as well. Plus a growing boy didn’t need a bruised ego and she knew that as well. While she usually paid no attention to his advances that didn’t mean that she didn’t notice them. Simply she just didn’t want him to know that she even noticed or paid attention to them. There was no sense in egging him on only to get his ego and/or feelings hurt in the end. Why he had picked her to crush on, she had no fucking clue. And how he’d gone on to have something with Cordelia right after blew her mind as well. Not only were the two completely different but hello, she was definitely the way hotter of the two women. Plus, super powers? Whereas, Cordelia’s only superpower was being a manipulative bitch. Nonetheless…it was easy to say that she hadn’t ever liked Cordelia in the couple times she had met her. Probably because of the whole “Beast” thing, but still, even her personality and hair annoyed the dark haired slayer.

Hearing him laugh made her feel warm inside, though she’d never admit It aloud. It was just nice to know that Angel had been able to give him the good life that he deserved, instead of the dark one fighting alongside Angel and the crew. Granted though, Connor was apparently back now to be a part of that same dark life Angel had tried to get him away from. Papa bear probably wouldn’t be too thrilled for this plan, or let it happen at all. This however wasn’t her judgment to make so she shook it off quickly. Plus it was totally adorable when he crinkled his nose like that at her. ”Law school, aye? Went from the little misfit to the big man on campus”

[/color] she said chuckling. After a moment she took on a more serious face, genuinely happy for him. ”It suits you though”[/color] she told him sincerely, a certain softness in his voice. Not many people got to see her like this so he had better soak it up while he could, she would be done within the blink of an eye.

As the hybrid boy mentioned the Boarding House she turned to look into the home, noticing just how grand it actually looked. Now that she’d been here so long she was used to it. Nodding a small nod as she looked to the house in front of them, she then turned back to Connor. ”It’s alright, no big deal really”[/color] she told him quickly, realizing that she needed to get him the hell out of here. Honestly she had no idea if Buffy would be home soon or not but if she was, she sure as hell didn’t want her to see Connor. The blonde had only just found out about it and was probably wondering why Faith hadn’t told her. Now to be caught with him at her house? Yeah, no thanks. Though she felt confident that she could take the blonde, she really didn’t have to have to endure losing teeth and breaking ribs as it would surely be one nasty ass fight.

”Suckle?”[/color] she said, knowing that he would probably blush at her mocking his choice of words. God. Why had she even gone there? Then again she knew why. For one it was her personality to make humorous jokes about somewhat awkward things. Secondly she was drinking which didn’t help either. Finally she just plain old liked to fuck with him sometimes, it was slightly entertaining on an otherwise boring night. She eyed him carefully as she waited to see how he would react. She knew she shouldn’t have gone there because he’d take it as flirting, but hadn’t been thinking at the time. Oh well, it was too late now to take it back.

Deciding to relieve the situation, or at least attempt to, of awkwardness, she shrugged. ”It was the only thing in the house. Trust me, definitely not my first choice”[/color] she said sadly. ”For some reason it’s the only alcohol B buys, maybe I am being punished”[/color] she said with a small chuckle. Although she definitely had a place in her heart for the blonde slayer, they didn’t always see eye to eye. Though it had been happening a lot more lately, there had been a time where they had furiously hated each other. She remembered when Buffy had caught her staying with Angel in his basement apartment…yeah, that definitely hadn’t gone well.

Turning her head to look over to the boy’s car, a grin immediately overtook her. ”Like father like son with the babe machine’s”[/color] she told him playfully, seeing a similar liking towards old cars with both men. Taking a moment to ponder she gave him the “one minute” sign and stepped back into the house. Slipping on her brown boots, she quickly chugged her beer and left it on the table in the foyer. Pulling the door shut behind her, she walked out to his car with him and slid into the passenger seat. ”Take me for a ride cowboy”[/color] she said smirking, though not trying to be flirty. More or less….she was just being Faith. While he might interpret it wrong, how was that her fault? It was just who she was. Not bothering to buckle her seat belt, she waited for them to get going. With any luck, they’d find themselves at a bar in town.[/center]
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Tag: Connor
Word Count: 1,084
Outfit: Click here for Faith's outfit.
Notes: If she knew what he was thinking, she'd totally smack him upside the head *snickers*. Also sorry about the godmodding them into the car, just trying to move things along. Totally willing to change it, just let me know.

[Connor Angel Reilly]

Connor gave a gallant shrug and another amused smirk when Faith commented about his new path in life. When she mentioned it suited him, he ducked his head before looking up through his eyelashes at her. "People change." It was all he could say in that moment, though those two words held so much more. He wasn't some young kid anymore, or demon hating zealot chasing after the heels of a woman who barely gave him scraps. He was better than that, past being a lovesick puppy to be cast aside for the first guy to come along with swagger and frankly an asshole attitude. Angel had done it with Cordy, though thankfully it seemed like his father gotten that out of his system with a round or two with Nina the Werewolf. And whoever Natalie ran off to be a Fangbanger with had ended both of his more painful relationships with a bang. Although a bittersweet one at that.

But Faith was different, at least as far as he remembered her. It was one of the things he adored about her. She would never do something like that; the girl who embodied so much life, what could she possibly need or see with the dead? The certainty that he could at least hope that much about her, despite his recent issues with his life being turned on it's ear thanks to vamps, was something he needed. Natalie had really messed him up, and as much as he wanted to believe he was completely over her, deep down he knew it was a lie. Having the woman he loved leave him for an undead creep had left him raw, more than he ever wanted to feel. So the flirting was therapeutic, in it's own round about way. Because at the end of the day, while he would be ecstatic if she was into him Connor wasn't betting on his horse.

The Underdog didn't get the girl at first; and while he wasn't writing off anything working out in the long run, right now he needed something to remind himself he was still something to be wanted. When she caught on to the same word he had momentary mental hiccups on, Connor shrugged before giving her wide innocent eyes. "What?" He'd let her acknowledge the innuendo before he did, before he gave her a sympathetic look. When she complimented his car, Connor preened before she ducked back inside. Taking a mental checklist, he considering himself perfectly presentable before pulling out his keys. When she came out with her typical one liner, Connor felt his knees buckle under him as he suffered a temporary blood pressure issue. His pride kept him upright, before he tugged the top down to distract himself from her quip.

Grateful he had taken all of the water bottles to a recycling center earlier, leaving his car blissfully pristine. Climbing into his seat, his long legs needing the seat pushed all the way back, he plugged in his phone before turning over his baby. The purr of the engine had been hard won, leaving him not much left in his monthly play money after bills and school related expenses. Letting the passenger control the tunes after he quickly memorized the way to the nearest club. It was a scene Tracy had gotten him into, and the brunet had to admit it was oddly fun. Knowing his passenger could take it, Connor set his baby to the road at a heady clip, enjoying the feel of the road and the manual shifting to create a seamless comfortable swagger of his own. He knew he looked good driving his car, and the confidence flooded through his veins.

Trying to catch her face out of the corner of his eye, he focused mostly on the road and not the scent of the woman beside him. It was most of the reason he opened the top; the fresh air dulled her intoxicating distracting self and well, women seemed to love convertibles. He wasn't against chatting with her on the way, but he let her be the one to start the conversation, completely comfortable with letting her take the lead. Pulling up in front of the club, he parked his car before giving her a playful smile. "Drinks and dancing. If it's not your scene we can go somewhere else?"

::stop:: Connor's wordy, sorry! >.< And no worries, I like rushing through traveling posts myself. Sorry about his thought process, he's bitter about girls he likes with vamps. And he has no clue about Spike yet, which is gonna end in Connor decking him, probably! lol ^w^
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Rev 22: 20 by Puscifer
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Humble, just like his father. All he simply did was shrug when she complimented him on being in law school. His father was the same way with not being that great at taking compliments. Hell, she was the same way too. She supposed it was something that all three of them had in common at this point. Hearing him comment on people changing, she nodded her head agreeably. ”Ain’t that the truth”

[/color] she said, voice trailing off as she drifted into her own thoughts.

Faith knew far more than most people did about change. Growing up she had been what people would label as the rebel child. Being that she rarely ever seen her mother and was constantly exposed to her deadbeat mother’s boyfriend, she tried to stay away from home as much as possible. To make a long story short, that didn’t end up being a good thing. Not only did she begin drinking but she also experimented with drugs a bit and even picked up smoking every now and then. When she became a slayer, it was finally like she had a real purpose in life, that she was chosen for something bigger. Which in fact, she was.

At her first arrival to Sunnydale she seemed thankful to be a slayer, loving her powers and helping out people when she could. It thrilled her to know that her life now held meaning. Plus being hot and badass didn’t exactly make her sad either. However thing shortly took a downfall when she accidently killed a man and things then went to hell. It took Prison and many talks with Angel to get her back on the right path, something she is still currently working on. Needless to say that she had changed more than some people could ever imagine and truly took heart to his curt but meaningful comment.

Seeing those innocent eyes staring back at her when she commented on the word suckle, she couldn’t help but laugh. It was actually more of a snort more than anything else. Perhaps he hadn’t realized that he’d been using the word suckle while looking at her like she was a big chunk of meat getting ready to bite into. Maybe he had though, as she knew he’d always had a crush on her. ”Nothin’ champ”[/color] she said with a smirk, deciding not to call him out on it. Maybe she would bring it up later after a bit of alcohol just to mess with him. After all, she loved forcing him to puff up his feathers and get all riled up. What could she say, it was damn entertaining to do so.

She knew he’d probably get a rise out of her comment and that’s why she said it. As she had thought earlier, she loved messing with the kid. It was almost the way a sister would mess with their little brother, minus the flirting. Usually she didn’t flirt back with him considering that he was Angel’s son, but sometimes she’d do it just to watch his reaction. As he thought about her quip she raised both eyebrows at him jokingly, as if to get a rise further out of him. Yep. She was definitely entertaining herself at his expense, boo hoo. It was fun. Plus, she knew he had tough skin and could take it. Partly why she continued to mess with him the entire night, and would continue for the entire time they spent together.

Totally digging the top of the car being down, she couldn’t help but sit there and watch as her hair flew all around her. It seemed to fan behind her as if she was in some photoshoot. In reality she would never do anything of that sort, as she wasn’t some fucking bimbo who enjoyed having pictures taken of her nonstop. However it was kind of entertaining to think about for a second or so, before they arrived at the club. She did notice how well he handled the car and again, it kind of reminded her of his father. Connor seemed to think of himself as quite the badass in it and hell, she couldn’t agree with him more. It was insane to see how much he’d changed since the last time she’d seen him.

As the car came to a halt, she pushed her door open and shut it behind her as she stepped out of it. ”You know I’m down”[/color] she said, eyeing the club. Looking down at her outfit, she couldn’t help but notice that she was a tad bit underdressed. Nonetheless, she knew she could pull it off. Her curves definitely fit the jeans nicely and hello, tank top equaled cleavage which was one of her best features. Looking back up to the club, she headed towards the entrance. ”Think you can keep up kid?”[/color] she asked with a smirk, sliding right on by the bouncer without him even bothering to card her. There was no way she looked under twenty-one and she knew it. Whether or not Connor would have trouble getting in, she had no clue. Once inside the club she looked around and simply nodded, liking the ambience and beginning to make her way towards the bar. [/center]
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Tag: Connor
Word Count: 873
Outfit: Click here for Faith's outfit.
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[Connor Angel Reilly]

The back and forth ease the pair of them had was something that had Connor's brow wrinkling in thought. This wasn't a pair of people flirting; far from it if truth be told, this was two people at ease with one another. And while someone could delude themselves into thinking it was the comfort found in a long term relationship, Connor was never very good at lying to himself. So as they bantered and enjoyed the spell of the road, it was a stern almost brood that came over the young Reilly. A darkening of the eyes, a hardening of the jaw in thought. While he knew the cards had been dealt, Connor had yet to believe that his hand wasn't worth shaking at least a moderate stick at. But something about how Faith seemed to be with him had the twice-lived man deep into his thoughts. This was how he was with his little sister, especially when she thought she was big enough to come around him and his friends. And the finality of that was resounding and aggravating. She had him, or was at least trying pretty damned hard, to shove him into the Friend-zone. And he wasn't giving up the ghost quite yet. She still saw him as a little boy, something he knew any of the old A.I. Team would end up doing. Whether or not he saved the day and got the girl in the end meant less than proving himself, proving that he could hang with the proverbial 'big boys'.

And while he appreciated the view of Faith getting in touch with her inner White Snake vixen, something about it all just sang discordant in his head. Her scent hadn't changed, so the flirtatious banter was just that, banter. As freaky and weird as it was to mention out loud, pheromones were his day to day; and the Lady Lehane was certainly not falling for anything he was attempting to sell. So at the very least, physiologically speaking, she was not feeling him. It hardened his heart a little; not to the girl but the situation in general. So Connor deemed this an opportunity; a chance to get past the hang ups from Nat and move past a crush that clearly the brunette beside him was missing out on. He had to think of it that way, otherwise he'd sink into a rut even his father couldn't grouse himself out of. But there was… something… something he couldn't place with the woman at his right. There were moments he could swear she saw him, moments he was positive she put aside her hang ups to see past his own. And then, she was gone. Like smoke, his Mirage Companion.

When she seemed game for the plan, Connor at the very least gave her a warm smile. They could have fun, and he could let this go; whatever the hell 'this' was. He would never allow himself to be besotted to someone not interested, and maybe just maybe he was being a touch overzealous in his ascertaining of her opinion. Maybe she might think he was something more than just her friend's kid. But that would wait and see; now was action. And no matter where the night lead, the guy was just grateful to be there. As Faith sauntered forward, Connor took his time behind her. Watching the sway of her full hips like any red-blooded man as he slowly unbuttoned his over shirt. When Faith turned to look back at him, the shirt was open, showing every toned and earned inch of his years beneath the feather soft black tank. "Do you?" He bantered back, letting his eyes darken and voice take on a growling low pitch. He could flirt with the best, something the Slayer was probably used to. But it was the promise in his eyes that held one of his prized traits. The ability to blur tease and sex and the lick of danger that flood his eyes before he cooly slipped in behind her.

Three years. That was all that separated them now; more than that mentally when you considered the forty-two of memories he held within. So when the bouncer waved her through, Connor followed on her tail; letting each and every muscle coil and curve with the predator he very much was. Flicking his eyes up and over her appreciatively, his gaze then flicked up to the bar. Sauntering over, he gave the 'tender every ounce of his dazzling smile, though clearly not nearly as genuine as the ones he gave his companion. "Greyhound." He purred, craving the bittersweet citrus and the bite of the vodka. It had become one of his favorite drinks, besides the overplayed Captain and Coke or White Russian of his classmates, and was surprisingly sweet on the lips despite the heady alcohol content. Leaning on the bar comfortably, yet knowing the motion displayed every inch of muscled torso; Connor rolled his eyes up to Faith with a sweet if troublemaking grin on his face. "And whatever the Lady wants." It was true; not only was he playing with fire but he was being a little shit.

::stop:: Few more posts then bed for me. -.-
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Grenade by Bruno Mars
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Although she hadn’t intended to walk how she had, it came natural to her. She always walked with a certain swagger to her and always had. The way her body just seemed to sway when she walked was something most people thought she did on purpose. However the swaying of her hips as fluent as that of a belly dancer dancing wasn’t anything she did purposely. In fact it was merely how she’d always walked, with confidence. Despite her shortcomings (as all people had them) she remained confident in herself and the fact that she was a strong woman. After all she was glad to be in the ‘hot chicks with superpowers’ club, one of the lead ringers in fact. Teaching the younger girls was fun but sometimes she just enjoyed sparring with B or Angel, them being her biggest competition. Some slayers came close, but hadn’t been in their profession enough to quite learn how to read people. Sparring with B and Angel was fun because she’d legitimately fought them before. She knew how both of them moved; she could anticipate their moves before they even inched forward. While this was good for her it meant the opposite; that they knew her as well. This meant that sparring sessions seemed endless and no one was ever the true victor. It was a hell of a work out though, that was for sure.

However she did in fact notice that Connor seemed to stay a distance behind her as they made their way to the club. While she knew she shouldn’t, she couldn’t help but sway her hips a little harder. It was wrong and she knew that, blah blah blah blah. Nonetheless she did it anyways if not to simply mess with him than instead to inflate her own ego even more. She had always enjoyed the attention she received the males, though deep down she knew she should’ve turned around and smacked him upside the head. His puppy dog act amused her though and while she’d never act on it for obvious reasons it was quite frankly adorable. She knew she’d been his first crush and that had always put a warm place in heart for him. It entertained her, to say the least. Plus it didn’t seem to register with her that he might take it seriously and think that it would egg him on a bit in his actions. At least it hadn’t registered him as he caught up with her, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal what was underneath.

Being a female when it really came down to it, her eyes widened slightly, though she reigned them back in quickly before he’d noticed (or so she thought), she couldn’t help but take a peek. Giving him a quick once over she couldn’t help but notice…how good he looked. The boy definitely took after his father, that was for damned sure. No! Bad Faith! After mentally slapping herself figuratively, she managed somehow to look back into his eyes. ”I’m pretty sure I can handle you, baby boy”

[/color] she told him with a smirk. She knew it’d irk him that she had called him this, but didn’t care. Hurriedly turning around, she headed back into the club. While his shirt was open like that she didn’t necessarily want to face him as she didn’t want to get caught looking. It seemed wrong being that he’d only been alive a few years. Despite the fact that he was twenty-one, it still registered as wrong in her mind.

The crowd was nothing more or less than what she had expected. It was a mixture of men and women in their twenties, grinding and writhing on the dance floor. She’d been to clubs a million times and though she generally found them all the same for the most part, she usually still managed to have a good time. Sometimes she felt like twenty-five was too old to still be going to places like this, and felt like perhaps she should give up her past times of club hopping and getting white girl wasted. However right now, tonight, she felt just as young as ever. Connor seemed to have this effect on her, one of many reasons she loved being around him.

Noticing his stance against the bar, she kept her eyes from trailing across to look at his muscular frame. Instead she turned to the bartender, ordering her around as if she owned the place, though not rudely enough to cause attention. ”Two Kamikaze’s”[/color] she ordered, before leaning against the bar next to Connor. As she did so, she found that space was cramped and they were forced to brush elbows with each other. Leaning over to whisper in his ear, her warmth breath hit his skin. ”See anyone you like? I’m ready to play wingman”[/color] she purred, then turning at hearing the bartender announce that her drinks were ready.

Turning to face the bar, she picked up one of the shots in her hand. Holding it up next to Connor’s, she clinked it against his. ”Here’s to one night of getting drunk and forgetting about our fucked up lives”[/color] she said, then tossing the shot down her throat. Feeling the strong and bitter taste of the Smirnoff vodka was a welcoming feeling. It was a numbing feeling, something she greatly appreciated these days. Turning to Connor she idly waited with her second shot in her hand, ready to get this night started, a devilish grin on her features. [/center]
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Notes: Why is this thread so entertaining?

[Connor Angel Reilly]

The fact that he even caught her eye had Connor's inner peacock feathers fluffing in pride. The flood of lust created a sweet smelling cloud to flood his senses and send what latent demonic blood in his system to rumble against his chest. If all he got from the brunette was the widening of her pupils and the cloud of pheromones, he'd take it with a smirk. He made sure not to make too much of a notice of her reaction; after all, her schooling her features and cooling her fires was the exact opposite of what he wanted in the long run. So instead, he merely darkened his eyes at her, chuckling under his breath at the condescending if in it's own way playful nickname. He could take offense to it, and the obvious dig at his age. Or he could think back to when his ex called him that. Instead of going for the negative, he latched onto the potential for the positive; and he couldn't help himself from wetting his lips and snickering under his breath softly. She couldn't face him, Faith couldn't look at him with his shirt open. It was fascinating that the woman who embodied sensual freedom and power was a blushing girl. And he couldn't help but admit to it certainly being intoxicating.

"By all means then, Handle Away."

The dark chuckle rumbling in his chest snaked down his spine, as the sheer masculine pleasure of knowing he had an effect on her went straight to his head. Still leaning upon the bar, Connor reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet. Thumbing out what they owed as well as a respectable tip, Connor handed over the bills with a soft smile. Connor tried not to show his interest plain on his face, or the gentle blow to his pride when she mentioned she'd be his wingman. Clinking their glasses, he caught his lower lip between his teeth in thought, worrying the flesh gently before giving her a once over deliberately. The gaze was heated and predatory before he shook it off with a soft laugh and a crooked smile. Releasing the tension while at the same time leaving the ball once more in her court. There was enough for her to latch onto and flirt further, as well the possibility for the pair of them to keep it as nothing more than a teasing back and forth. All that matters was the toast she gave, and it was exactly how he felt about it. "To having fun and letting go." Connor offered, taking a drag from his own drink with a low purr. Rolling his neck to loosen the muscles, he tilted his head to look at her from the corner of his vision. "See a few things, feeling it out though."

He wanted to say so much, or do so much. But he wasn't sure if it would get him anywhere. And after everything he just went through, Connor was beyond gun-shy. Sure, he could lean over and pull her tight against him. Plunder her mouth with a passionate kiss and fist one hand into her hair and the other tight enough to bruise on her hip. He wanted it so badly he could practically taste it. But the chance of it going sour was high, almost too high to risk right away. He had to play his cards right, and very tight to his chest. Losing her in his life wasn't an option, even if it meant the pair of them never coming to anything more than friends. "What about you? See anything you like?" He purred, voice low and gravelly. It held potential without pressure, and it was the best he could offer her right now. Question was whether she would take him up on it, or leave him hanging. One thing was for sure, she was beyond riling him up and sending his senses into overdrive. And a lesser man would have come undone by now…

::stop:: Cause the pair of them are hilarious together? ^w^
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Peacock by Katy Perry
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Although he tried his best not to notice it, she heard the snickering behind her and knew he'd noticed her noticing him. How could she not? He'd unbuttoned his shirt to show a row of chiseled abs. If a woman didn't fancy that then clearly she was batting for the other team. Hell even lesbians would probably enjoy a look or two every once in awhile. Didn't any woman? However that's all it was and all it would ever be. Clearly she needed to watch her actions around him as she didn't want to lead him into thinking something would happen. There would be no going back from that and the entire group would probably outcast her. Not to mention she had some fucked up situation she was working on Spike with. Yeah, not happening. Plus it was just...weird.

She caught the clearly sexual inclinations in his comment. While she wanted to make a nasty comment back, she didn't. She didn't want to play the adult tonight that rode his ass. He had only just gotten into town and despite her better judgement she was going to have fun. "No offense but I think i'm a little too...rowdy for ya"

[/color] she said with a wink. Rowdy was putting it nicely in a non-vulgar term. Knowing that he'd probably take this as hope, she then wished she hadn't gone there. God damnit. She was only making the situation worse and yet she couldn't help it. It was her personality, how could she stop? Plus he was a big kid. He knew nothing could happen despite his school yard crush, right?

Feeling his eyes pass over her frame she made sure not to look at him and make a big deal out of it. She was checked out all the time, it wasn't anything new. Plus her tank top didn't exactly leave much to the imagination. As they toasted and drank, the familiarity of the burn of her vodka was very much welcomed. "Your dad needs to learn to have fun every once and a while. Not too much...but still"[/color] she said, understanding that too much sometimes led to bad things. Tilting her head to look at him she lifted her chin. "Speaking of daddy vamp, you do plan on seeing him right? Because he'd kill me if you came to town and didn't and I knew about it."[/color]

Seeing him eyeing him out of the corner of his eye, she nodded her head and laughed a husky yet still feminine chuckle. Her voice had always been a bit husky, something that she hadn't ever minded. It was better than squealing like some women did. "If we play our cards right, you'll definitely be feeling something by the end of the night..."[/color] she purred, looking out into the crowd. If she needed to find him a girl, she would. It was better than him chasing after her. That certainly wouldn't end well and they both knew it.

Taking a moment to visually scan the crowd, she shook her head no. "Nah, drunk college boys really aren't my style"[/color] she said, making that very clear. "Or at least, not anymore"[/color] she said with a smirk. Downing her second shot she felt a small head rush as she'd already consumed several beers before coming here. Signaling for another, she drank it quickly before looking back to Connor. With an impish grin on her face, she reached for his hand so that she could drag him out onto the dance floor.

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Notes: Indeeeed.

[Connor Angel Reilly]

Connor wanted to slap himself. The Good Guy in him wanted Faith to care for him, see him, hell give him a chance to take her out and treat her like the damned queen she was. But as the alcohol hummed in his system and the music pulsed through his veins, all he wanted to do was pin her down and feel firsthand how rough and tumble the Southie could get. And each and everytime she cooed something flirty back at him, he had to rise to the bait. Push it further. Test her limits. It was something he had wanted to be for awhile, and the weight of being one of those 'Bad Boys' felt oddly comforting around his shoulders. "That's what a Safeword's for…" He growled out, voice taking on a deliciously husky timbre as he turned back to his drink with a wicked smirk. "Mine's 'Teacup'." If the brunette wanted to play hardball, he was game. After all, the finer points of BDSM were some of the more animated discussions him and his roommate would get into back at Stanford. Including the pair of Sadist Doms sharing tips of the trade and scheduling 'dungeon hour' sock rules. Vanilla seemed such a boring flavor when you could have Rocky Road… Not that anyone expected the freak to be the guy in button downs and polos.

Finishing the last of his drink, Connor ordered a Morphine Drip, needing something sweet to slide over his tongue after the bite of the citrus. At the mention of his dad, Connor once more looked through the corners of his eyes before arching an eyebrow at his Slayer companion. "I don't know if I could handle Dad having fun. But God knows he needs it…" Throwing his newest shot back, Connor purred softly in his chest; satisfied and slightly demonic, though more out of habit and subconscious than anything else. "That was the plan." His voice sounded raw from the alcohol, low and rumbling in a way that even he had to admit sounded oddly good on him. It matched her own husky voice well, and he couldn't help but want to roll his eyes at how desperate she seemed to get him onto some other girl as soon as possible. It was a slight to his pride, after all as far as anyone knew Faith was single. And Slayer HQ wasn't exactly crawling in men last time he checked. As soon as her hand slipped into his, Connor's heart rate skyrocketed. "Absolutely…"

Letting her drag him out onto the floor, Connor felt the heady dizziness of alcohol begin teasing his senses. The heady cotton settled in, taking away some of his better judgment. So when Faith took the initiative of getting them out there on the floor, Connor pushed the envelope slightly. Once her back was to him, Connor slid up behind her. His left hand snaking out to try to glide and fan over her left hip from behind, head bent down so his breath fanned out over the right side of her neck in a warm and sugary sweet scented cloud. "Dance with me…" Half-request, half-statement; Connor moved to have his right hand ghost down from her shoulder to her hand before guiding it up to wrap around his neck. He focused on completely mimicking her movements, being the tide to her moon. The beat was all he knew, eyes tracing over the shell of her ear and the length of her hair. This was his opportunity to so exactly how grown up he was. Hoping she'd let him dance with her, he moved that hairsbreadth closer. Loosing himself in the scent of her hair and skin and the points of contact she let him have. He wasn't going to demand, he wasn't going to plead or push. All he wanted was to see this out. Try the luck of the cards. At the end of it all, it was obvious the man had moves. And it was obvious he at least wanted to play his first hand.

Your move, Beautiful.

::stop:: That got steamier than intended. o.O Prezzie for waiting? ^w^
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Black Velvet by Alannah Myles
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Although she knew she couldn't be encouraging him, she did anyways. It seemed that while it was wrong in her head she was dying to have fun enough to ignore it. After all if she wasn't able to let loose anymore, what would that make her? Buffy? Well it wasn't like that was a bad thing. Even through their differences Faith still looked up to her slayer sister, seeing her as a bit of an older sister though the two were actually near the same age. However if one thing was true about Buffy it was that she could be slightly uptight. It was something the girls back in Sunnydale had grabbed onto when they'd met her, even landing her and themselves in trouble. One night at the Bronze had turned into a brawl with a couple of Sunnydale cops, ending in Buffy knocking her in the jaw. While it was a hell of a good story to tell, it was one she wasn't too fond of.

Hearing him come back at her with vigor, she couldn't help but smirk to the young boy as he told her his safe word. "Teacup huh? I'll try to remember that"

[/color] she said, taking one more shot. As she tossed the vodka down her throat she tilted her head back slightly, allowing her brown hair to cascade behind her. After she was finished she slammed it back down on the counter, though not loudly or with too much force, and turned back to him. "I don't have one. Never had to use one"[/color] she said with a sly smile on her face, knowing she'd won this little quip. Two could play this game. It may have seemed to him that he may have winning, up until just now. She'd pushed the envelope just far enough to where it'd slid completely off the table. Or in this car, off of the bar. He may have been good at game but she was far better, something he'd learn in time.

As he ordered another drink, she ordered herself a straight vodka shot, grey goose. A bit pricey but delicious nonetheless. She didn't see many people taking straight shots at clubs these days, something that highly disappointed her. Perhaps it was just her and her high tolerance, but wasn't the objective to get drunk? "Good. I'd hate to have to kick your ass, but it doesn't mean I won't[/color] she said, though her voice completely playful. However the truth was behind it; if he didn't see his father, she'd kick his ass all the way to the boarding house, it was as simple as that.

Carelessly taking his hand, she drifted into the dance floor with him in tow behind. She didn't go to the middle but instead towards the side, not wanting to be completely smashed in between a bunch of drunk idiots. As she felt him move behind her, she had to fight the urge to reach behind her and backhand him. Although she wanted to she knew it wasn't going to be as effective as her other plan. Instead of fighting it she would concede, until the very last second possible. Just when he'd thought he'd won...she'd be gone.

So when he pulled her hand up to glide around his neck, she wrapped it around and pulled him closer. With their bodies against one another she began to move as he did, though she was clearly leading the rhythm. Swaying from side to side she moved as if a cloud of smoke, never seeming to have a break in the flow of her movement. With her left hand she reached to his that had been on her hip, placing it atop his. Once their hands were on top of each other she began to grind harder while still moving from side to side. Spike was always in the back of her mind of course, but this was to teach the boy a lesson and nothing more. He couldn't possibly expect to win a game she'd created. [/center]
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Tag: Connor
Word Count: 700
Outfit: Click here for Faith's outfit.
Notes: Jesus...LOL, wonder who will chicken out first?

[Connor Angel Reilly]

The arched eyebrow didn't leave his features when she mentioned never needing a safeword. Either girl didn't play by proper BDSM protocol, which was dangerous, or she'd never had a partner who knew their craft. The urge to show the brunette Slayer exactly how versed he was in certain arts flew from his mind the moment she tugged his body tight against hers. The seam of their bodies was a point of fusion, fire licking across his skin to flare white hot through his spine. All self-conscious thoughts about being pressed together flew out of his mind, consumed by the feel of her hips grinding back against his own in a maddening never-ending rhythm. The hand on her hip tightened, fingers pressing hard enough to bruise and still nowhere near his full strength.

It felt exquisite to palm such a luscious curve to his heart's content without fear of shattering the bone beneath. It was the knowledge as well as the act itself that had a demonic possessive snarl echo in his chest to tease against her neck. She wasn't just letting him play, she was giving as good as she was getting. Which meant she wanted him to touch her, and the certainty of it had his other hand smooth over the arm he wound about his neck to slide along her side and wrap about to rest low on her stomach. The muscles playing each and every movement had his senses wild, not even realizing his mouth had parted to take in more of her scent to roll over his tongue. Despite the demonic behavior, his tongue slid over his teeth to give that sharp blade of pain to help add to the fire and gain his head once more.

It had been so long… Months since him and Nat broke up, longer since the pair of them had anything physical between them. It was sublime that he was here, sliding against and along someone he truly cared for, deeper than he could explain. This being some cruel tease was so far from his mind as he let his lips ghost over the pulse point of Faith's neck, heating the flesh and trailing his lips softly against her throat light as a butterfly's wing. The cadence of his hips never changing, neither did the intensity of how happy he was to be there. His ex had convinced him to try dancing like this, it seemed forever ago, with the reasoning that 'if he could have sex he could dance'. It had pushed him past the insecurities most men went through when it came to the clubs, and every ounce of that confidence oozed from his pores now.

His hand flat on her stomach moved to slide her shirt up, sinfully slow, to tease his fingertips along the top seam of her jeans before linking his thumb in the belt loop. leaving his hand to bracket along her hip and thigh, atop her pocket. Again, the other hand tightened on her hip, hoping to keep her pinned taut to him as his nose leaned forward to not only brush her hair off her neck but lightly caress the column of her throat. Again, his breath fanned delicately over her skin, using the tight confines to let the heat of his breath catch her scent against his to mingle them. It was sensory overload, and another soft growl echoed in his chest. Feeling a touch daring, he let his lips brush against the already sensitive skin over her pulse a bit firmer, focusing on every single erogenous zone the college grad could remember and currently get to.

"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are to me?" His voice rumbled against her flesh, each syllable causing his lips to brush against her skin softly. It was a gamble, but less of one than he thought it was before. Another attempt to press a kiss to her throat, lower this time as the hand bracketing her hip traced up a few inches to skim the bottom of her ribcage. His hands were calloused but incredibly warm and large, very much Alive. The other hand hanging off her belt loop pulling her impossibly closer, as his eyes fluttered shut. This, this very moment was the culmination of so many of his boyhood wishes and grown man's dreams. He could have wept if he trusted himself to be so raw in front of her, but something told him to not spook Faith anymore than she might already be. Each moment carved into his memory, every sense documented in quick-firing neurons from short term memory to long. He never wanted the moment to end, and he never wanted to forget such a sweet slice of Heaven. They were so often brief, and fleeting.

::stop:: Steamy then sweet. Such an addict for this thread. ^w^
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: It's Your Duty to Shake That Booty by Lene Nystrom
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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Although it hadn’t probably been the brightest idea she’d ever had, she had been the one to ask if he wanted to dance. After all that was what people usually did in clubs, right? Either that or drink and they’d already done that for a little bit. If they didn’t take a break she’d had a feeling he would have been drunk within a few more shots and that wouldn’t have been good. Sure it may have been entertaining but she really didn’t feel like watching him puke or carrying him home or anything like that. Plus where was he supposed to sleep tonight?

She didn’t particularly want him to go back to the Boarding House for the first time and see his father drunk, Angel would more than likely be kind of pissed off at her. Of course sending him off to a motel by himself didn’t sound appealing either. Maybe she’d sneak him into her room and let him crash on the floor. Yeah, that sounded like a plan. If he was alright with that. No sleeping in the same bed together though…that would simply be too much. Not to mention, hello? The only person she really wanted in her bed lately was Spike surprisingly enough. Not that she was tied down or anything absurd like that though, Faith would never let anyone tie her down. Nope. Just wasn’t possible. Luckily she was pretty sure that he felt the same about it. Not that it mattered…right? Right.

It seemed that she wasn’t the only one wanting to play hard ball tonight. The boy either caught onto her game or simply didn’t care what the reason behind this was. Either way he definitely planned on giving her a run for her money, that much at least was clear. Was It possible that the game would never end? If it went too far she knew she’d have to be the one to concede and call it quits. Her ego and her pride wouldn’t exactly enjoy that resolution but she’d get over it. She had to; she couldn’t let it go any further than this. But would she stop it? It would be true insanity not to. Already she could feel a certain warmth rising within her that shouldn’t have been there in the first place. However with their bodies smashed against each other in such a way she simply couldn’t help it. More than likely he was feeling the exact same way.

Feeling his hand slide all the way down the right side of her body, along the side of her breast and her hip she couldn’t help but shiver a small bit. Not out of coldness, but out of the chills of sensation aching all down her side. Not to mention the fact that when it landed right above her stomach she got goose bumps. God, what the hell? She wasn’t a hormonal teenager anymore and this shouldn’t have happened to her senses but it had. Perhaps because he was sensitive. He was soft and gentle (except for the hand on her left hip attempting to shatter her bone entirely) and on the other hand, Spike was rough and fast. It was nice both ways and honestly a part of her felt guilty being here with him and not Spike. However there was nothing going on except for her teaching him a lesion (supposedly) so there wasn’t anything he could be upset over. Plus again, it wasn’t like the two of them were going steady or any bullshit like that.

Hearing the snarl in him only made her grind against him slower in a nearly sensual kind of way, pushing back further against him with her backend. The second she felt his lips graze against the skin on her neck she couldn’t help but gasp quietly, a rush flying all through her entire body. The further he went down her neck the further aroused she began to feel, despite knowing how wrong it was. The music began to slow a bit and as it did, she followed its lead. Soon she was not only swaying back and forth but up and down as well, the two of them seemingly making their own beat. They were having fun and it seemed that they were even gaining a few admirers, other dancers would peek at them every now and then. Some of the girls gave her dirty looks as if she was some sort of slut, probably because they assumed the two didn’t know each other. Did she know Connor? Perhaps, though she’d never known this side of him.

Before she knew it her shirt had been slid up and his lips were firmly against her neck. She had the urge to push him away from her and she so, so desperately wished she would have. However feeling his lips on her she couldn’t help but allow a quiet moan, near a purr, escape her throat. Another kiss on her throat. Now she knew she had to move, before it began to get a bit too serious for her liking. At his words she turned her head back to look at him, a smirk appearing slowly as she spun around and out of his grasp. Before he’d realized what’d happened she was against him again but this time facing him. Both of her arms went to loop around his neck and she began to sway once more. This way they were close, but not to the point where their grinding was turning into kisses. In fact, they only real part of him touching her was her arms. Was that enough? Or would he fly against her once more? At hearing him say she was beautiful, he could now at least watch her dance. That had to be worth something to him, didn’t it?

Even if he spun her right back around, she didn’t think she’d particularly care.

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Outfit: Click here for Faith's outfit.
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[Connor Angel Reilly]

If ever Connor had a reassurance that his advances were welcomed, the shivering belle in his arms sang it to the heavens. The goosebumps that washed over her skin made another pleased growl rumbling in his chest. Each enticing sway of her hips grinding tight against his own was more fuel to the inferno coiling deep within. She was sinfully divine, beautifully wicked, and incredibly beautiful. How any man could deny Faith Lehane anything in the world she ever desired was beyond him. It wasn't as though he ignored the other club goers stares; they simply did not exist. His universe was the shimmer of her hair, the play of her muscles, the opaline of her skin, the notes of her arousal; a cloud of ethereal ensnaring his faculties. And each time his lips caressed another delicious inch of her neck, she keened. Each kiss, she purred and cooed and melted against him in perfect tandem to each advance. A sparring match of the sensual; a parry, riposte, a tag, a thrust. A caress, a nuzzle, a kiss, a writhe. The sparks singing off of her skin lightninged through his own, lapping at his spine and arcing through his limbs.

As his left hand released it's pressure completely on her hip, the beauty in his arms spun. On his part it was a deliberate plan; the overstimulated skin from the rough treatment would make her soft flesh incredibly sensitive to any other touch. But for her to chose that very moment to add a new level to their game was blissful serendipity. So when Faith's arms wrapped about his arms to give them space apart, his right hand floated forward. His fingertips teased along the skin he had worried before, the rough treatment should make such a tender caress blossom in reaction. Sensation play was one of his favorite things, and the feather light patterns on the flesh of her hipbone and stomach was something he would not deny either of them. His other hand eased around her back, palm splaying over the swell of her right hip as his thumb smoothed over her stomach. His gaze drank it's fill of not only her body and it's hypnotic sway but the radiance of her face and spill of her hair. His left hand ghosted back up her side to dip beneath her shirt and once more rest on her lower ribcage. His hand coasted her closer, a hairsbreadth so, welcoming her body into the shelter of his own. The intimacy of her facing him was not lost; the foreplay undercurrent of this new position was almost more than the deliberate sexuality of before. And it's what she deserved; if he was right it was exactly what she had always been missing with any other partner before. Hopefully what he offered, as forbidden fruit that it was, was sweet enough.

So he would seduce her. Plain and simple. Locking her eyes, he let his own speak of the depths of his lust with a promise to deliver whatever she required. He wet his lips as he slowly pulled her closer, not enough to kiss since that would be too much too soon; but enough to let his right hand slink around to lay across her spine. His fingertips floated down her back as his other hand softly fanned over her bruised skin. Connor's gaze was a wash of deep desire and tender confidence. It was heady and oddly intense to watch her slink and arch in front of him; more now that she was so close. Leaving the hand to play along her back, his other hand smoothed up her body along her side and shoulder to tease along the nape of her neck and the cascade of her hair.

Connor knew this was still safe, still playing his cards close to his chest. But he couldn't risk a kiss. It would be too daring, too far, too much. But what then should he do? Something was needed. The proper ending to the calligraphy of their bodies. That last exclamation point that if he did his job right would part those lush lips in another soft coo. Letting his eyes smolder, Connor allowed his body to fall completely into the sway of Faith's gravitational pull. Even more the tide to her moon as they swayed together in the dark. Connor moved slow and steady, building each level of his seduction atop the next, crafting what he could with Faith's reactions. Letting his body roll in time with her own was second nature; leaning on a slight diagonal before letting his leg move to fall between hers. All the while pulling her that last few inches closer. It was a touch more sensual than he normally would be, but something told him Faith would spurn anything more romantic. Despite how badly he wished he could be.

::stop:: This took far too long to get to you. Curse my falling asleep at the computer! >.<
::look:: Outfit and Car
::listen:: Rolling in the Deep by Adele
::you're it:: Faith
::the credit:: Jess <3

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