milliways_bar | (no subject)

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."

"Mmph. True. But! That's still progress."

Faith grins. "We'll have you preening in front of mirrors in no time, Nick."

He shudders.

And then shakes his head.

"Never."

She pouts.

A lot.

He shakes his head.

"Nope. No way. Not a chance."

He grins.

"And it might not even be because I only show up in the mirror occasionally."

Faith has a very sexy pout, really.

That's why he taps it with a finger.

"You need a few more lessons, my dear. Look up Janette if you can. She's very good with them."

Faith captures his finger between her lips and sucks it down her throat.

He blinks before smiling at her wickedly and putting his mouth to her throat, the other hand resting gently on her hip. He runs up the soft skin with a series of soft kisses and returns on the same route down choosing instead to gently nip.

Two can play at this game, and he's been playing a long time.

She growls, quietly, her eyes closing, and combs her fingers in his hair, fingernails scraping lightly over his scalp.

The other hand slides to his chest, and pinches a nipple through the fabric of his shirt.