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[his_firecracker]

Slappin' the glass ontop of the counter, the nervous tender went to pour me another, but I shook my hand in dismissal. Noticin' the gash across my knuckles. Deep no doubt, and a wound tha' might need some stitches. Sweet! It'd been a long time to do this much damage to some good ol' fashion normal vamps and demons. Not those uber vamps back in

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[his_firecracker]

I looked him straight in the face and nodded towards the stairs, "Sounds like a plan. Just kind'a watch out. I'm five by five. I'll get my tired ass up those stairs faster than you on your best day." I had to quip. I wasn't one of those, 'woe is me, I'm so hurt, I need someone to help me', chicks. Fuck no! I did things for myself. The way I was raised.

Well, the lack thereof being raised left me to fend, I should say.

"Faith, I need to check you out." I paused and raised my hands, lettin' him get a somewhat decent good look at me, "I always knew ya had a slight thing f'me." He'd knew I was joking by the grin plastered across my face from ear to ear. Wha' him and I had was a friendship. Strong on it's foundation and there was no way in hell I'd fuckin' mess tha' shit up; again. I was done playin' the bitch and I wanted to play nice. I wanted friends and people to care f'me. I jus' wouldn't let 'em know the latter of my current wants

[his_firecracker]

He licked his lips. Almost hungrily. Wha' the hell was tha' on account of? The thought of the way our lips touched when I pressed up against him back in Sunnydale, or when our bodies grinded into each others? I knew he had liked it. Let's jus' say I was probbed with the idea he did.

And then, just wha' I didn't expect, "Drop it." He was takin' me up on my offer and suddenly I wondered if I should? I wasn't ashamed of my body to anyone before. Still wasn't...well, okay, I was, a little. I was ripped and shit, but I had scars on me tha' Salyer healin' would never heal. I heard an oldwives tale once. Scars never faded unless you let them. If someone gave you a scar, you couldn't heal from it unless you forgave the person for given it to you

[noangelofyours]

She threw her legs off the side of the bed, standing, and dropping the towel. I let out an uneeded breath at the sight of her creamy and slightly blemished skin. The one that caught my attention was across the lower part of her stomach. She held her hands behind her back, showing off her glory, pierced nipples and all.

I crossed the space between us, looking down at her.
"Damn, you're more gorgeous than I thought.", I reached out to touch her skin but pulled back my hand before I made contact. I wanted to play by her rules, let her lead things.

[his_firecracker]

"Damn, you're more gorgeous than I thought." Tha' was a compliment, right

[noangelofyours]

She stepped closer, laying her hand flat against my chest. It had been too long since someone had touched me. Her hands worked lower kneading my skin.

'I guess the title Big Guy...', she looked down'...fits after all.', her fingers dropped lower trailing my hips. Reaching up I took one of her breasts into my hand. Watching her face I ran my thumb over the ring that was in her nipple.