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Connor's in the bar. Having coffee and food-stuff.

He's sitting at the bar, periodically looking around to see who's there.

~~and his mun is sooooo bored and probably gonna get in all kinds of trouble for being on the 'net while at work, but blah~~

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"Careful." Faith smirks at him. "Keep saying nice things like that and I might not stop."

"Is that a threat?"

"Of course. I'm a Slayer, you know. Very threatening." Faith waggles her eyebrows. "Rar."

He grins. "Yeah, dunno why I keep forgetting that part."

He strokes his hand up and down her side. "Can I have my coffee back now?" He doesn't quite 'bat' his eyelashes - b/c that would look silly; he just gives an 'almost' puppy face.

Faith picks up the coffee, but instead of handing it to him, she takes a sip, then kisses him again. Somebody, apparently, wants to play.

Playing is fine, but that's his coffee. He growls a little after the kiss.

"You know, tasting it one molecule at a time really doesn't have the same effect." An eyebrow creeps up his forehead and a hand slides from her waist to her ass, pulling her closer.

"You're disappointed?" Faith pouts at him. "Like the taste of the coffee better than the taste of...me?"

"Horribly disappointed," he whispers, "that you're still standing there, when you could be sitting."

"Oh, I see." Faith sits on the barstool next to him, smirking. "In that case."

He semi-glares at her. "Now, what are you doing all the way over there?"

Faith bats her lashes, giving him her most innocent look. "Well, you said you'd rather I sat..."

He shrugs. "Suit yourself." And turns back to his coffee.

Faith eyes him for a minute, then shrugs, hops down off her stool, and sits on him instead, sideways on his lap. "Always do," she says softly, and procures her own cup of coffee from the bar.

"Oh, so now, after stealing my coffee, you think you get to sit on my lap?"

Nope, he can't hold the glare-smirk.

"Took you long enough," he mumbles into his coffee cup.

Faith smirks. And wriggles. Just a little.

Connor just twitches an eyebrow and drinks his coffee... or so it seems to the casual observer. To the not-so-casual, the fingers of his free hand are sliding beneath her shirt to touch skin.

Faith leans back against him, humming softly, shifting her weight and sipping her coffee. Mmm, coffee. Strong, sweet, potent, and good at keeping you up all night.

"Is this where I ask you all the questions that have really bad and depressing answers? Or where I find out how undressed you'd rather be and we go upstairs?"

Faith makes a thoughtful noise, then puts her coffee down, turns slightly and puts her arms around his neck.

He kisses her. "I'll take that to mean the latter."

He manages to stand up and wrap her legs around his waist in the coolest bit of shifting ever and, pressing his lips to hers, carries her upstairs.

[ooc: yay for timing, as mun must away to work some, then go home! *g*]

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