Expecting to Fly (Living on a Prayer sequel) 16/?, R
Fic: Expecting to Fly
Author: nwhepcat
Fandoms: Supernatural/Buffy crossover
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Faith Lehane, Faith/Castiel UST
Rating: R
Synopsis: After her transcendent experience with Castiel at the House on the Rock, Faith is having a difficult time readjusting to everyday life. And when Faith gets bored and restless, no good will come of it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing. No profits, etc etc.
Sequel to Living on a Prayer
Part of the Riders on the Storm-verse
Previous parts are here
The guy at the Honey Wagon who manages the place is every bit as skeevy as Faith had expected. In his office he looks her over with the flat, dead eyes of a lizard, which is somehow even worse than a leer. Faith answers his questions with a few creative lies that he doesn't seem to find convincing, but also seems not to give a shit. She hasn't even finished the last word of her last answer when he says, "Let's see what you got."
"What?"
"Why do you think there's a pole in my office? Does this look like a fire station?"
Rising from his grubby desk chair, the guy reaches up to a speaker overhead and turns up the volume, letting the sound from the stage flood into the room. She doesn't know the song, but she lets its insistent beat get into her blood and muscles, first twitching her hips a little, then jumping into a full performance. Working the pole and the short skirt, she pays forward every ounce of sexual frustration brewing within her. She peels off her top and tosses her hairband after it as the song bleeds into the next, letting a curtain of hair veil her gaze in a way that's more wanton than demure. Imagining it's Dean sitting there, she gives a show that would wreck him completely, until the second song comes to an end and she's standing by the pole in her bra and thong, skin glistening with sweat and wisps of hair plastered to her face.
Lizard Guy just looks at her for a long moment, nothing at all sparking in his eyes. "How'd you get the scar?"
"Knife," she says.
He stares at her midsection another long while, then heaves himself out of the chair and exits the office, leading him to a cinderblock bunker of a room room filled with smoke. A big mirror and counter with several makeup-cluttered stations lines one wall, and a crappy lounge area with a broken-down couch and a couple of ratty chairs takes up a corner. A girl at the mirror flicks a look at them when they enter, but doesn't seem particularly disturbed at the invaders.
"New girl," Lizard Guy announces to the room. He sorts through some costumes hanging on a rack and thrusts one at Faith. "Pirate Queen," he says. "Play up the scar."
"When do I start?"
"As soon as you get your ass in that outfit. Come to my office first, I want to have a look before you go out." He leaves the dressing room.
Faith stands there a moment, fingering the eye patch dangling from the hanger. She contemplates for a moment, then digs her phone from her purse. "Hey sweetie," she says when Dean answers. "Good news. I found a job."
Author: nwhepcat
Fandoms: Supernatural/Buffy crossover
Characters/Pairings: Dean Winchester/Faith Lehane, Faith/Castiel UST
Rating: R
Synopsis: After her transcendent experience with Castiel at the House on the Rock, Faith is having a difficult time readjusting to everyday life. And when Faith gets bored and restless, no good will come of it.
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing. No profits, etc etc.
Sequel to Living on a Prayer
Part of the Riders on the Storm-verse
Previous parts are here
The guy at the Honey Wagon who manages the place is every bit as skeevy as Faith had expected. In his office he looks her over with the flat, dead eyes of a lizard, which is somehow even worse than a leer. Faith answers his questions with a few creative lies that he doesn't seem to find convincing, but also seems not to give a shit. She hasn't even finished the last word of her last answer when he says, "Let's see what you got."
"What?"
"Why do you think there's a pole in my office? Does this look like a fire station?"
Rising from his grubby desk chair, the guy reaches up to a speaker overhead and turns up the volume, letting the sound from the stage flood into the room. She doesn't know the song, but she lets its insistent beat get into her blood and muscles, first twitching her hips a little, then jumping into a full performance. Working the pole and the short skirt, she pays forward every ounce of sexual frustration brewing within her. She peels off her top and tosses her hairband after it as the song bleeds into the next, letting a curtain of hair veil her gaze in a way that's more wanton than demure. Imagining it's Dean sitting there, she gives a show that would wreck him completely, until the second song comes to an end and she's standing by the pole in her bra and thong, skin glistening with sweat and wisps of hair plastered to her face.
Lizard Guy just looks at her for a long moment, nothing at all sparking in his eyes. "How'd you get the scar?"
"Knife," she says.
He stares at her midsection another long while, then heaves himself out of the chair and exits the office, leading him to a cinderblock bunker of a room room filled with smoke. A big mirror and counter with several makeup-cluttered stations lines one wall, and a crappy lounge area with a broken-down couch and a couple of ratty chairs takes up a corner. A girl at the mirror flicks a look at them when they enter, but doesn't seem particularly disturbed at the invaders.
"New girl," Lizard Guy announces to the room. He sorts through some costumes hanging on a rack and thrusts one at Faith. "Pirate Queen," he says. "Play up the scar."
"When do I start?"
"As soon as you get your ass in that outfit. Come to my office first, I want to have a look before you go out." He leaves the dressing room.
Faith stands there a moment, fingering the eye patch dangling from the hanger. She contemplates for a moment, then digs her phone from her purse. "Hey sweetie," she says when Dean answers. "Good news. I found a job."