[It takes a minute before Faith lets them come back up for air, as her mouth attacks his further when he starts to reciprocate. Finally, she does relent peering up at him with a cheeky grin.]
Ah. Well, if you had kept me waiting too long I might have broken down the door.
[She tugs playfully at his shirt from her spot pressed up against him. Faith hated that she had to wait until they were in the privacy of his home to show affection like this. So when she had the opportunity she lept at it.]
So you avoid the latest craziness? No getting stuck to anyone? Switching bodies? [Faith made a face at that.] I got stuck as Buffy for a few days. Kind laid low during all that.
[With her and Buffy's history with body swapping it was all kind of awkward.]
[ Wow, though. He winces when she describes that, immediately recognizing just how fucking awkward that is. He's keeping an arm around her and guiding them towards the couch as they talk. ]
A little. [She walks with him, leaning into him until they settle on the couch and she curls up right beside him, curling her feet underneath her.] She didn't try and punch my teeth in either... so I don't know, maybe we can be okay again.
[It wouldn't be the same, of course. It couldn't be.]
[She sinks into him at his encouragement, comforted by his warmth.]
Yeah. I kind of expected she wouldn't want anything to do with me. Had kind of resigned myself to that. And luckily I have people here. So I wouldn't feel alone when that happened. Like you. [She smiles up at him giving him a playful boop on the nose.]
[ That's what he was asking, and upon receiving confirmation, he simply sweeps her up into his arms and heads upstairs to the unoccupied guest room. He's tongue-tied and blushing, but his movements are sure and steady. ]
[Faith lets out a little shocked laughter and Benton pulls her up into his arms, but can't deny that it does feel nice to be carried. It's actually pretty hot actually. As he goes up the stairs, Faith presses her lips over his flushed skin, even playfully biting him, dragging along his collarbone.
She leans closer before they make their way into the bedroom, whispering into his ear before capturing the lobe between teeth.]
You should carry me around more often. It's making me wet.
You do that... [Faith hums against his neck, warmth spreading through her in seeing his reaction to that. She enjoyed knowing the kind of effect she could have on him.]
[ Once he has himself even slightly under control, enough to make his legs work again, he steps in and kicks the door shut behind them, then sets Faith down on the bed and climbs over her, leaning down to kiss her immediately. ]
[As he crawls on top of her and moves to kiss her, she arches up to meet him, hands clutching the sides of his face. Her tongue slides eagerly into his mouth. It takes a while for her to finally come back up for air.]
Been thinking about you all day. I missed you. [She missed doing this with him. Sure, she saw him around in town, but there was so much she couldn't act on out there where anyone could see.]
[ All he's wearing is a T-shirt, which is unusual for him—usually he only wears those as undershirts—so she peels it off him and finds skin instead of more layers of clothes. He sits up to chuck it off the bed and then, now that he has space, goes for her shirt in turn. ]
[She lifts her hands over her head so he can get off her tank top revealing a black lace bra underneath, Faith sits up so that she can reach the hooks at her back and get that off too, tossing it aside.
Already starting in on her pants and underwear to shimmy them off, her eyes don't leave him for a second.]
[ Her name on his lips is a paean. It demands no response, but the way he says it, the way he looks at her when he says it, speaks volumes of admiration and amazement.
His hands are hovering close to her, not wanting to get in her way as she undresses, but unwilling to go too far away. ]
[Her name on his lips, makes her shiver, and her cheeks flush at the way he's looking down at her. Benton has a way of making her beautiful in ways no one else could. She knows she's hot, but the reverence is different than anything she's ever experienced.
Getting the rest of her clothes off, she leans up to kiss him, mumbling against his lips.] I love you.
[She holds back a giggle as his fingers move over her skin, trying to keep it back. Her skin is flush, heat rising.]
That tickles... [Faith doesn't seem to mind though, leaning back and letting him do his wandering, curious if that hand had a planned destination or not.]
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You didn't want to what?
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[ He mumbles it a bit bashfully, now with a dopey smile on his face. ]
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[She tugs playfully at his shirt from her spot pressed up against him. Faith hated that she had to wait until they were in the privacy of his home to show affection like this. So when she had the opportunity she lept at it.]
So you avoid the latest craziness? No getting stuck to anyone? Switching bodies? [Faith made a face at that.] I got stuck as Buffy for a few days. Kind laid low during all that.
[With her and Buffy's history with body swapping it was all kind of awkward.]
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[ Wow, though. He winces when she describes that, immediately recognizing just how fucking awkward that is. He's keeping an arm around her and guiding them towards the couch as they talk. ]
... were you able to talk to her at all?
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[It wouldn't be the same, of course. It couldn't be.]
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That's encouraging. Especially under the circumstances.
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Yeah. I kind of expected she wouldn't want anything to do with me. Had kind of resigned myself to that. And luckily I have people here. So I wouldn't feel alone when that happened. Like you. [She smiles up at him giving him a playful boop on the nose.]
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I'm glad.
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I know you said something about dinner... but we could always skip right to dessert?
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Oh, yes.
[ There's a slight pause. ]
—er, by "dessert" you do mean...?
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I want you to fuck me, Ben.
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She leans closer before they make their way into the bedroom, whispering into his ear before capturing the lobe between teeth.]
You should carry me around more often. It's making me wet.
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I'll—absolutely keep that in mind.
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[ Once he has himself even slightly under control, enough to make his legs work again, he steps in and kicks the door shut behind them, then sets Faith down on the bed and climbs over her, leaning down to kiss her immediately. ]
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Been thinking about you all day. I missed you. [She missed doing this with him. Sure, she saw him around in town, but there was so much she couldn't act on out there where anyone could see.]
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[ He kisses her again, insatiable. ]
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Already starting in on her pants and underwear to shimmy them off, her eyes don't leave him for a second.]
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[ Her name on his lips is a paean. It demands no response, but the way he says it, the way he looks at her when he says it, speaks volumes of admiration and amazement.
His hands are hovering close to her, not wanting to get in her way as she undresses, but unwilling to go too far away. ]
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Getting the rest of her clothes off, she leans up to kiss him, mumbling against his lips.] I love you.
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[ He walks his fingers down the centre of her chest, between her breasts, teasingly slow. ]
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That tickles... [Faith doesn't seem to mind though, leaning back and letting him do his wandering, curious if that hand had a planned destination or not.]
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