Faith has her powers back now. She'll grow more. She's a frickin' blood bank. Besides, she can't exactly die here, as has been proven and stuff. So she lets him drink, sensing how badly he needs it. Slayer blood. Little goes a long way.
As soon as he feels he's had just enough he pulls back. "Thank you...but I swear I'll never drink of you again. Ever. So don't offer and if I try to again just kill me."
Faith chuckles softly, knowing full well that he won't keep that promise. "Hey, it's not so bad. No worse than donating to the Red Cross. At least you don't use a needle."
Faith grins. "That's not that hard. Did I ever tell you what I said to Spike when I swiped B's body?"
She pats his shoulder consolingly. "I know. We've spoken. She was hanging out in Colorado with this guy we both know...real nice, smart guy. Good friend."
"Angel, no, they're not together!" Faith laughs, shaking her head. "He's like 16 years older than her, and I think he kind of looks at her as a sister. Plus, he's banging a goddess." She shrugs. "They've been through a lot of the same crap...his life's just as weird as hers, if you can believe it. She just needed to be normal, you know? To be someplace where nobody's heard of the Slayer and the evil's not hers to fight." She smiles wistfully, thinking of Connor, New York and Scotland. "It's nice."
She grins, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I said, 'I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.'"
"Well damn Faith. Wish you'd say that to me one day." He laughs, shaking his head. Laughing was nice. "I'm glad she's happy though...and a friend would do good for her right now..." As hard as he's trying though, it's obvious he's not really very happy.
Faith stands suddenly, maybe a little too quickly, but she's not too dizzy. "She's not happy, Angel." She starts pacing, hands clasped behind her back. "She's miserable. She's just trying to find little ways to survive."
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Ah, dramatic irony, how we love thee.
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He sighs. "I broke it off with her...right before I became him. So if you see her around...make sure she's alright."
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She pats his shoulder consolingly. "I know. We've spoken. She was hanging out in Colorado with this guy we both know...real nice, smart guy. Good friend."
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He forces a smile of sorts. "I really am happy for her...and it's what I wanted her to do."
He takes a deep breath. "You haven't told me. Maybe you should. I think it'd be a good story right about now."
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She grins, eyes twinkling with mischief. "I said, 'I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I've got muscles you've never even dreamed of. I could squeeze you until you popped like warm champagne, and you'd beg me to hurt you just a little bit more.'"
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He frowns. "What do you think I should do?"
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The bitch of it is, though...she does. she knows it's the right thing, because of things she knows are going to happen...but she hates it.
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She hates admitting it, but there it is.
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