Drabble: Slayer/Faith (AtS: Connor/Faith, R, Salvage)
Title: Slayer/Faith
A/N: 100 words written for the First Meeting(s) prompt at open_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage.Inspired by some stupid, throw-away reference to the smell of menstrual blood.
Faith is a warrior, and Connnor's cock goes hard the moment she crosses the threshold.
"Listen up, junior. When I need a blood hound, I'll call you."
Connor's sulking, red mouth curls into a smirk, and he wonders if she realizes that he can smell the spicy-metallic, bitter-pungent scent of marigold and iron pooling between her thighs.
When Faith gets in his face, Connor stiffens. All he wants to do is beat the shit out of her, and fuck her. He itches with need. Connor isn't sure that he'd win in a fight, but he wants to try her anyway.
A/N: 100 words written for the First Meeting(s) prompt at open_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage.Inspired by some stupid, throw-away reference to the smell of menstrual blood.
Faith is a warrior, and Connnor's cock goes hard the moment she crosses the threshold.
"Listen up, junior. When I need a blood hound, I'll call you."
Connor's sulking, red mouth curls into a smirk, and he wonders if she realizes that he can smell the spicy-metallic, bitter-pungent scent of marigold and iron pooling between her thighs.
When Faith gets in his face, Connor stiffens. All he wants to do is beat the shit out of her, and fuck her. He itches with need. Connor isn't sure that he'd win in a fight, but he wants to try her anyway.