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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..."

He chuckles softly, the sound smooth and low and inviting, before giving her a sweet smile and leaning forward. His cheek against hers for a moment, and then he turns to press a kiss to her cheek.

"I hope I haven't been too forward."

If his lips should brush against the shell of her ear, well, it's entirely unintentional but after one gets into such habits over a certain number of centuries, it's to be expected.

"I'm still dressed. You're OK."

Beat.

"I love you, Nick."

He smiles and nods, even though she can't see the one.

"Love you too, Faith."

She wraps her hands around his waist.

And may pinch his ass, just a little.

He doesn't respond except to laugh.

"Oh goodness, Faith."

And he can't quite stop laughing.

Faith grins.

"What? It's a very nice ass. It needed to be pinched."

He can't stop laughing as he pulls Faith to him, tight and happy.

"Oh...Faith..."

He lifts her up and presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Sometimes, you just make me so happy, I don't even know what to do."

Faith smiles at him, slowly, until she thinks her cheeks might crack.

"Oh, Nick. I'm glad. You deserve that. I'm so glad."

He nods.

"I most definitely deserve you. In fact, I would go so far as to say we deserve each other."

He leans down and presses a kiss to her temple now.

Faith smiles up at him, radiating mischief.

"That a compliment to me or an insult to yourself?"

"Oh, definitely a compliment to me...not quite sure if it's an insult to you, but I don't think so."

He seems to think about this for a moment before shaking his head.

"No, it's a compliment to the both of us."

"Well, I'm glad to see you've got capable of complimenting yourself. Well done indeed."

She smirks up at him, amused. "Took you long enough."

He snorts.

"Oh, no. You complimented me. I only just admitted it."