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Sirius, an unopened bottle of absinthe in his hand, leans on the piano. It vibrates rather nicely.

He waits until her song is done, watching her fingers move across the keyboard. Then he speaks.

"Nice badge. Wanna fuck?"

Faith glances over at him with a smirk.

"Nice booze. Sure."

Sirius winks. "It smooths the process along. Or so I've heard. Are you on duty, or just overly proud of your shiny badge?"

Faith laughs.

"Somewhere inbetween. I'm not on duty, but it's useful for people to be able to identify Security if it's needed."

"Well, in that case, I could perpetrate a crime, as long as you agreed to arrest me in that booth over there."

He gestures with the bottle at a shadowy booth. "We could commit beautiful indecent exposure together. Or decent exposure, if you enjoyed last night's parting gift. No ring tonight," he adds, wiggling his free hand.

"Oh, I definitely enjoyed the parting gift. There may still be marks from my nails in the wood."

Faith stands up, grinning, and slips an arm around his waist. "So did you at least get to save a life after leaving me all alone with my unfulfilled desires?"

"Well, I helped save a toe," Sirius says, leading her to the table. With a wave of his hand, there are two absinthe glasses, a decanter of water, and a bowl of sugar cubes on the table. "But I could say it was a life. I mean, he might have died. You never know."

He pulls her into the booth with him, rather more smoothly than last night. "As for unfulfilled desires...imagine how I felt."

"Toes are very important. Infections could set in, gangrene, all sorts of bad stuff."

She leans over, kissing his cheek - and flicks his earlobe with her tongue.

"You done good."

Sirius turns his head just slightly as she withdraws, catching her mouth with his.

"Let's not speak of cell death at times like this," he says. He sounds, for just a moment, remarkably like Humphrey Bogart.

Then he turns back to the table and begins deftly arranging the absinthe glasses, pouring a measure of alcohol into each before placing sugar on the slotted spoons and adding water. He offers her one.

"I think it tastes almost as good as you do," he says. It does not come off quite as smoothly as the line about cell death, oddly enough.

Faith takes the drink, grinning at his attempt at smooth. "Thanks," she says, cheerfully, and takes a sip.

A moment of Bendy later, her suddenly-bare foot is resting against his crotch, and she's flexing it.

Sirius is impressed. And startled. And not at all, as her foot will be able to tell, displeased. He sips his drink slowly.

"I forgot how flexible Slayers are," he murmurs. "I hope you won't...uh, hold my stiffness against me."

"I'd planned on holding it against myself, actually."

Faith loses at Subtle. And knows it. And as a result, rarely tries.

"Much more delightful," he says. One arm is still around her waist, a hand resting on her hip; it slips under her shirt, rubbing her skin gently. "Now, I think this is about where we were when I was cruelly forced to abandon you..."

He kisses her again. He tastes like absinthe and sugar, a not-unpleasant combination.

"Mmmhmmm."

She tilts her head slightly, kissing him back, and continues to move her foot.

If he gets paged right now, there will be murder.

If he gets paged now, only his empty flat will hear it.

He angles her closer, pressing his other hand to her belly, but her foot is -- oh, distracting, and he can't quite stifle a quiet moan.

"Certainly....mmmh...an unusual position for me..."

Faith bites down on his lower lip, just a little.

"Wait 'til you see what I can do without pants on."

"I'll die a happy man, anyway," Sirius mumbles, hands sliding up the sides of her ribcage.

She's not wearing anything under her shirt, and she doesn't seem to mind at all when he cups her breasts. In fact, her toes twitch, which is enough to make his hips jerk slightly.

Definitely a happy man.

She leans into his touch, with a soft sound that's half-moan, half-whimper.

"Won't kill you. No fun that way."

Beat, and another movement of her foot.

"Might make you feel like you're gonna die...but you won't."

"I wouldn't mind," he says, kissing her jaw. His thumbs slide across her nipples, exploring. His right thumb has a callus on it which is just slightly rough.

This had all better not be an absinthe hallucination.

He slides one hand back down her stomach and wraps it around her ankle, lightly. He's already breathing hard, but at least this way he might have some contr --

Oh.

-- or maybe not.

It's going to be very embarrassing, he thinks, if his first time with a woman is with a woman's foot.

Faith purrs, quietly, and moves her foot, pulling back to give him the sexiest look she can muster.

It's pretty damned sexy.

"I think we need a room. With a bed in it."

Sirius is rather busy sliding one hand up her calf and the other over her breast to be paying attention, and besides her throat tastes really rather wonderful.

But the foot is gone, and a dim voice in the back of his head is wondering, why is the foot gone?

Faith chuckles, softly, and pulls back some more, surreptitiously replacing the foot with a hand - which, being more flexible, can go inside the pants, and does, with a friendly squeeze.

Then it, too, is gone, and Faith's standing, and pulling him with her.

"Rules against this, Sirius...gonna get us locked up," she says, not looking like she minds too much.

"Well, if they locked us up together," Sirius says, tugging her close. She's...soft and has curves and is very bendy, and it's a little hard to believe his luck. "You might lose your badge, though. How does a bloke get a room in this place -- preferably soundproofed?"

"Bar gives out keys. Not soundproofed though. You have spells, right? Silencing spells?"

Faith tugs him along toward the bar, resting a hand on the wood. "Bar? Key please. Just for the night." Beat. "Far, far away from others, if you can, dear."

The key appears, and Faith takes it, then starts leading Sirius toward the stairs.

Sirius follows, very close, and catches her around the waist on the landing, pulling her against him before moving them both against the wall. He's a little eager, but a very good kisser.

"I know a lot of spells," he says. "Silencing and otherwise."

One of his hands strokes her palm, and he grins when she moans.

"Picked that one up from a book," he says against her neck. "I read a lot."