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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.

He puffs up his chest for a moment before deflating with a laugh and kissing her back.

"Thank you, my dear. You are an ego boost and a half."

She grins.

"Glad to be of service, as your ego needs the boosting."

He pouts.

"Not nearly so much as you seem to think, you know."

"Good."

She leans up and nips lightly on his lower lip.

He smiles and takes her hand in his before pulling it to his lips for a kiss.

"You know...kidding aside, you've always got a place with Alex and I."

She smiles back, blushing faintly.

"I know. Thank you."

Beat.

"Considering I have no furniture yet, I may just take you up on that sometime."

He nods.

"You should. But...what do you mean you have no furniture? Didn't you have a room before moving in with Connor?"

Faith's expression hardens, slightly.

"I did. It was the room that Angelus...that's why I moved when I did. Anyway, I took a suite in the Staff Quarters and they don't come furnished."

He nods.

"Well, if you need any help furnishing, moving furniture in there, or anything else, feel free to ask, you know."

"Oh, I planned to."

Faith grins. "You're old. You know stuff. Decorators and all that. Yeah?"

"That would be Janette's area of expertise. You saw my apartment. It's...sort of on the spare and comfortable side. With, of course, assorted artifacts and knick nacks ~~Caddy whack, what's the color tone? He's a vamp who's driving home!~~ peppered about the place."

"Right. Well, I don't have artifacts - unless you count really old swords and knives, which I have a few of - so. Maybe I'll just bite the bullet and do it myself."

He laughs.

"Oh, no you won't. I'll be there. I'll consider it a challenge."

See that chrome, that polish, that tint! Why has Nick no French accent?
In his Nick Knack Cadillac, a beauty to behold;
We love them though they're both *real old*.

Faith grins.

"If you say so. Oh. Uhm, one thing...the kitchen space...I'm going to use to store weapons. Because Bernard will call me a heathen, and that's always fun."