Faith was tired. She’d been throwing herself into fights wherever she found them and doing as much damage control as possible. She’d had fleeting contact with Buffy, a select few of her girls, and Willow. There were only so many people she felt she could trust at the moment since she didn’t know where she stood on the To Kill list the men in tweed ( Read more... )

There was nothing to be afraid of, nothing to fear or question when she felt his lips brush against her throat. She was drowning in sensation; his touch, the smell of his skin, his eyes and voice like warm silk when he whispered for her to trust him. Faith obeyed, sinking farther into the high his fingertips were producing as they traced the veins ( Read more... )