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Connor comes into the bar from the lake door, sword tucked behind his arm. He wanders over to the bar and places the sword on it gently, asking her to hold it for him like every morning, and orders coffee as he takes a seat at the bar, peering around at whomever happens to be around.

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"Masochistic streak? Prophetic tendencies? Wishful thinking?" Faith shrugs. "Knowing you, the possibilities are endless."

A wicked little grin plays over his face.

"Pick one."

And she grins back, steps close again, tilts her head up to his. "Give me enough time and I won't have to."

"How far you planning to go while we're still in the bar?"

Faith snorts. "I'd like to keep my job and not get locked up, thanks."

"That leaves us with a couple options then, doesn't it? Here or New York?"

"Mm, decisions, decisions." Faith takes his hand, pulls him to his feet. "Haven't been to your place in a while."

"So, we're going back upstairs then?"

He is so kidding, but - he likes to push buttons a little.

Faith smirks, grabs him by the collar and pulls him down so his face is close to hers. "Upstairs, your place, Central Park, I don't care, just so long as neither of us is wearing clothes five minutes from now."

He laughs at her.

"Honey, there's not a chance in hell you'll catch me naked in Central Park."

But, he picks her up and kisses her, then puts her back on the floor and leads her to the door... the one that leads to his elevator in his loft in New York. Damn - he hasn't been there in a while.

'Honey'. She'll never admit it, but a small part of her melts just a little at the endearment, and she puts her arm around his waist as they go to the door.

The sex is going to be good tonight.

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