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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.

He laughs before he nibbles again, running the line of one fang gently across her skin. The hand that had been at her hip slides up to her side and two fingers brush softly just below her breast.

She whimpers, and her head falls back, further exposing her neck and throat, as the hand on his chest moves down to his crotch.

And squeezes.

He blink.

"We're in the middle of the bar, love."

She blinks, too, and pulls her hand back, flushing slightly.

"...I forgot."

Sheepish grin. "Got a little distracted."

He grins and pulls her close again in a hug before kissing her cheek.

"Quite all right."

"Distracted by the great crashing waves of 'Oh, please, take me now.'"

Wicked grin.

"I'm not too bad at those."

He sighs gently before giving her a mock-serious look.

"Good to know I've still got it."

She laughs, nodding.

"You do. You...very much do," she says, and kisses his jaw.