Faith was bored. Beyond bored. Beyond being beyond bored. Dean was making himself scarce (rightly so) and she had just sent that owl to Ginny. She needed something to occupy her-
... Hello.
She slunk over like a cat who has just seen a mouse and moved up silently behind Mark before tapping him on the shoulder.
Mark jumped when he was tapped turning round with a wide eyed expression. "Hi." He managed. "Do I know you? Not that I mind knowing you... It's just" He trailed off. "I was popcorn." As if that was all explaination that was needed. He smiled..
He didn't remember her? Damn that was disappointing. She had been hoping for some total 'mess-with-your-head" madness. With an inward sigh she decided she would have to settle for a different variety.
"Popcorn?" She asked, cocking her head and causing her red-black hair to slide to the side. She paused and then said in the most... innocent voice she could muster, "So that means you don't remember that time I got you drunk and we had wild sex in a room in the three broomsticks?... Or that I completely blew you off afterwards?" She smiled serenly at him. "Funny how being turned into junk food can make you forget that stuff, huh?"
"Uh..." Mark looked slightly freaked out to say the least. "We..." He made a vague hand gesture between the two of them. "No." He didn't quite sound as certain as he would like.
"Aw.... So you really don't remember. Well that's disappointing. It was a fun time. Especially when you pulled out the leather whip and high heels." If he didn't remember, boy was she going to fuck with his head. "Man you had some weird kinks. Still, was a fun time. Are you sure we couldn't..." Her voice trailed off as she leaned close to him to lick his neck seductively.
In all honesty, she had no desire to shack up with Mark. Her recent adventure with Dean had made Mark "jewboy" Cohen seem rather... dull... like one of those lost puppies. Still, he was decent entertainment. Putting Mark in a room with her was like putting a puppy in a room with a rotweiler. A HOT rotweiler.
"Come on Marky..." She cooed, nibbling on his ear.
"I... " Woah. He was not expecting that. At all. Not that there wasn't some part of his brain that wasn't complaining exactly but the rational part that was the majority made him freeze. He couldn't really do the whole word thing for a few moments. "Er, I..." He spluttered. "What?!"
"Oh yeah. You really liked teh whole S&M thing. When you tied me down? With your scarf? Ugh. It was just so........" Faith shrugged prettily, pretending to run out of things to say. In all reality she was just laughing too hard inside to come up with an end of that sentance. It was just so... not true?
He stood up at that point and attempted to put some space back between them, stumbling slightly in the process. "I... really not me!" He said quickly, making a slightly obscure hand gesture while trying not to look or thing about the scarf round his neck and anything she was implying about it.
"Oh, of course it was you, baby. You just gotta let loose every once and awhile." Faith winked and moved closer to him, running his arms around the boy, drawing him closer as she spoke with a mischeivous gleam in her eyes.
Mark was trying to put up a fight, really he was, but it looked very much like deer in headlights. "I need a drink." He then cursed what he said, hadn't that been how he had supposedly ended up with her in the first place. "I... I should just go."
"Mkay. Bye Marky! We'll catch up later!" She smiled sweetly at him and dropped her arms to prance as much as Faith's dignity would allow her too. Juuuust to screw with his head. Faith would look him up later, of course, but, for right now? She had bigger fish to fry.
((I apologize for the random chaos causing in your life... and the slightly schizophrenic way I went about it. :P))
Faith was bored. Beyond bored. Beyond being beyond bored. Dean was making himself scarce (rightly so) and she had just sent that owl to Ginny. She needed something to occupy her-
... Hello.
She slunk over like a cat who has just seen a mouse and moved up silently behind Mark before tapping him on the shoulder.
"Mark, Mark Cohen?"
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"Popcorn?" She asked, cocking her head and causing her red-black hair to slide to the side. She paused and then said in the most... innocent voice she could muster, "So that means you don't remember that time I got you drunk and we had wild sex in a room in the three broomsticks?... Or that I completely blew you off afterwards?" She smiled serenly at him. "Funny how being turned into junk food can make you forget that stuff, huh?"
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In all honesty, she had no desire to shack up with Mark. Her recent adventure with Dean had made Mark "jewboy" Cohen seem rather... dull... like one of those lost puppies. Still, he was decent entertainment. Putting Mark in a room with her was like putting a puppy in a room with a rotweiler. A HOT rotweiler.
"Come on Marky..." She cooed, nibbling on his ear.
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((I apologize for the random chaos causing in your life... and the slightly schizophrenic way I went about it. :P))
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