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Faith in the bar, too.

Tanned to a nice dark bronze, hair grown down to her arse, all this in the less than 24 hours since she saw him last.

She has at, which is to say, she glomps him.

He grins and decides to play dirty, starting the tickling right away.

Faith squirms, squeals, and throws her hair in his face.

He pmfs at first before finding his way through the hair and grinning at her.

"Hello, you. Had a little time in Honolulu have you?"

He pouts.

"And you didn't bring me with you?"

Faith snorts.

"Not Hawaii. Much more remote than that. Dream took me. Little island in the middle of bloody nowhere, not a living soul around. Months. Peace and quiet."

He nods.

"I see...and the reason you didn't invite me for some fun in the sun?"

He's grinning...because he's being utterly ridiculous.

Faith rolls her eyes, kissing his cheek.

"Five months without Alex would have driven you insane. Plus, you know. Sun."

"Well, you could have brought the both of us, you know?"

He grins.

"And I can go out in the sun, if you remember. I just look very odd while doing it."

Faith snickers.

"If you, me and Alex had been alone on an island for five months, Nick...things would have happened."

He snorts.

"And why, pray tell, would that be? I mean, considering Connor..."

He blinks.

"Was Connor there as well?"

"...Alex didn't tell you."

Faith looks down at her hands.

"Connor and I...we...uhm. Aren't. Anymore."

He nods, and seems to digest that before taking her hands into his, kissing one, then the other, and smiling at her.

"Are you still friends?"

She smiles back and nods.

"Yeah. We're cool. It's just better this way."

He nods again before giving her a smile...

"Good. I'm glad."

And that, apparently, means the topic is closed. He now has two friends, Faith and Connor, who are no longer 'Faith and Connor'. It's happened before, will happen again, and he's sort of used to that. As long as it was all peaceful and as long as no one was hurt, that's all there is to it for him.

He does, however, pull her close for a kiss.

On the lips.

And it's still platonic, but only barely.

Then she gets the boyish grin.

"Good."

He's happy for her. He also makes no sense.

She's a little dazed, but smiling.

"Alex and I spoke, after it happened. There was...some talk of you having caveman 'drag mate up stairs' tendencies."

He nods and gives her a whimsical grin.

"Oh, it happens on occasion."

One eyebrow twitches at her.

"How did that come up?"

Faith's lips twitch.

"Long story. Short version - you're very goofy. But we love you anyway."

Beat.

"Also each other."

He smiles.

"That's good. You're very close to me, Faith. And I care about you a great deal. If Alex wasn't close...well, I'd be a little afraid."

Faith laughs, softly, and looks down at the floor.

"The conclusion we came to was that...well...if you ever got it into your head to drag me up the stairs...neither of us would mind."

He nods sagely.

"I see."

He looks at the stairs.

"Not tonight."

Though the grin on his face might give her a hint as to the fact that it's more 'not tonight' because he thinks Alex is asleep than anything else.

"Good to know."

He looks one way, then the other.

"Faith?"

Faith's eyebrows go up, and she smiles, slightly.

"...yes, Nick?"

He stares at her a minute.

"Just...I feel the need to adjust something, you see."

And then he kisses her again.

Yeah, platonic skipped down. Hot, however, decided to stick around and pitch camp.

Yeah, platonic's right out.

So's coherent thought.

Breathing's not too easy either.

He nods as he pulls away, mischief and something else in his eyes as he pulls away.

"Just figured you ought to know."

That? Was practically a purr.

She swallows hard, and breathes harder, as he pulls away from her, eyes wide and glassy, lips swollen from his mouth.

"...gyuh..."