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Charlie enters through the front door, backpack on his back. He sits at the bar, drops the backpack at his feet, and says quietly, "Guinness please."

For someone who's just had a week's vacation from normal life, he does not look particularly relaxed.

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He exhales sharply and finally breaks the kiss. "Whew--Faith--that's enough. Come on."

He's shaking a little.

"Alright."

Faith pulls back, taking her hands away.

"...but I'm not sorry."

"I'm not sorry either," he says quickly. "That's not what I mean."

"Good."

She smiles at him, slightly, brushing the backs of her knuckles over his cheek.

"Love you."

"I love you too," he says, watching her with some confusion.

"Good," she says again, and brushes her thumb over his lips, lightly. "Do you still want me?"

Faith loses at subtle.

His eyes never leave hers and his tongue lightly touches her thumb.

Her eyes darken, and the hand not touching his face drops down to take his.

"I don't have a bed."

"I do."

"Mind putting a girl up for the night?"

"I think I find a spot for you."

"I hoped you might," she says, and pulls him to his feet. "Lead the way."

He pauses to pick up his backpack and take out the key to his room. He keeps an arm around Faith's waist.

She puts an arm around his waist, and her fingers slip into the waistband of his jeans, seeking - and finding- bare skin.

He looks at her through lowered eyelids, and pulls her close enough to rub his nose against hers and kiss the tip quickly. "Takin' liberties with my person already?" he murmurs.

"Your clothes are still on," she says, quietly, smiling. "I'm being quite good, I think."

"That will change," Charlie says quietly and presses her palm to his stomach. "At your leisure."

Faith traces the edge of his belly button lightly, then reaches up and pinches a nipple between her nails.

"Nice to be in charge."

"I do strike people as a bottom."

He smiles. He can't help it.

Arsepinch.

"And quite a nice bottom it is."

He laughs and leans against the wall of the stairwell, bringing her with him so they're hip-to-hip. He kisses her simply.

She rocks her hips against his, lightly, and nips at his lower lip.

He nips back, following her mouth.

"Bed," she murmurs against his lips, rocking again. "Or...flat surface behind locked door."

"Bed. Yes. I have one of those." He takes her hand and starts pulling her up the stairs.

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