Post by ebonypsyche on Jan 7, 2008 14:14:11 GMT -5
Title:The domestic behaviors of Faith Lehane
Pairing: Sam/Faith, Buffy/Dean and um...a hint of Sam/Faith/Buffy/(Dean)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I wish I did though *pout*
Morning Paper
“Pass me the comics” Faith said as she reached over to grab it herself.
“Um… ok” Sam answered. He turned to her “I’m surprised you want that want that section though.”
“What section would I want?” Faith asked confused.
“I don’t know” Sam answered as he turned back to his breakfast and grimaced once again at the fact that he was having diner food. “I was thinking maybe the murder reports or, I don’t know, fashion?”
Faith blinked in surprise. Then she blinked again. “Why am I sleeping with you?”
Sitting up on the back of the booth Faith asked “Anyone wanna tell me why I’m having sex with him?”
“Cuz he has this amazing thing he does with his tongue?” Dean answered as he slid into the booth with them.
Sam looked at his girlfriend and his brother before allowing his head to hit the table.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Sleeping
Faith sleeping was an unusual thing.
Sam was used to the sensual rhythm in everything that she did. Faith was just the type of girl that was so in tune with her body that he was sure it came naturally.
But when she was sleeping, she had this closed off way about her. Like she realized that she was vulnerable and didn't like it. Sam asked her about it once and the look he got had shut down that conversation quickly.
She turned, which was amazing considering she was on the backseat of the Impala, and Sam stared at the innocence on her face. It was something that seemed surprisingly at home. And he recognized that he may be channeling Dean but she just looked so… hot.
"Dude, you are not having sex in my car." Dean's voice broke in. Sam realized he may have been turned too long and settled back in the front seat. Still-
"That didn't seem to be the rule with you and Buffy last week," Sam smirked.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Cooking
"Don't take this the wrong way but this isn't poisoned as a means of breaking up is it?" Sam asked looking at the lasagna. Through it smelled so good that in a minute he'd be eating it anyway and just thanking her for such a considerate death.
Faith shrugged. "Nah, that would be too messy. I'd just leave you handcuffed in a motel room with a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Eventually they'd realize the room isn't paid for anymore and I'm sure you could come up with a way to explain yourself out of that, right Sammy?" Faith took in his gob smacked expression for a full minute before laughing. "Man, that's just getting more fun by the day." She said as she went to grab some paper plates from the counter.
"Don't think I'm not appreciative gorgeous but what's the special occasion?" Dean asked as he took his share.
"Nothing special. Just remembered how Sam was complaining about having diner food all the time,"Faith answered. "Never let it be said that I'm not good at taking care of my boy's... needs. Right baby?" she purred.
Sam ignored the bait in favor of tasting the food- and ohmygod that was heavenly.
Dean on the other hand wasn't done. "And why haven't you cooked before?"
"Haven't the time with that whole traveling with the two of you. Had to call B to get the ingredients here as is." Faith said."Done with the twenty questions?"
"Yeah sweetheart, sorry." He took a few bites himself enjoying the food when a thought occurred to him.
"Wait Buffy's here?" He asked almost looking around for her.
Faith smirked and tossed him a scrap of paper with a number. "One appetite at a time."
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Cleaning
Faith cleared the plates (thanking higher deities that they paper were during this process) unusually silent. Dean thought about approaching the subject when the door bell rang.
It was Buffy.
Oh well, she’s Sammy’s girl anyway, Dean reasoned to himself and then preceded to forget about it completely as the girl in front of him mentioned bikinis.
Sam, on the other hand, did no such thing as he crept up behind her. He was just about to strike when a hand shot out and grabbed him by his wrist, pressing in to his pulse point.
“Okay, ow.” Sam said as Faith smirked and closed the lid on the trash can.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“I can see that.” Sam said shaking his hand out. It was just for show and they both knew it. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Faith-“
“Seriously, nothing.” Faith assured him. “I just hate cleaning.”
“I can go only stay for like two hours. Dawn…”Buffy’s voice rang through.
Sam gave a smirk that sent a shiver down Faith’s spine. “I can do something to make up for it.”
“Really” Faith asked. “What?”
Sam held up the keys to a 67’ Impala and Faith grinned.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Time keeping
Sam would be the first to admit that he has made some choices that didn’t make sense.
But thinking that he could keep an eye on the time while in the back of the Impala had to be at the top of the list.
Actually he couldn’t think. Kind of the problem. Though, he supposes when have you have a girlfriend that can do that, it’s not really a problem. Closer to a mistake.
“Dude what the f**k are you doing in my car?”
Faith looks up long enough to grin. “Mad ‘cause we didn’t invite you?”
And Sam smirks.
Until the look on Buffy’s face suggests that she does want to join in. Then his brain gives up on thinking completely.
Pairing: Sam/Faith, Buffy/Dean and um...a hint of Sam/Faith/Buffy/(Dean)
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone. I wish I did though *pout*
Morning Paper
“Pass me the comics” Faith said as she reached over to grab it herself.
“Um… ok” Sam answered. He turned to her “I’m surprised you want that want that section though.”
“What section would I want?” Faith asked confused.
“I don’t know” Sam answered as he turned back to his breakfast and grimaced once again at the fact that he was having diner food. “I was thinking maybe the murder reports or, I don’t know, fashion?”
Faith blinked in surprise. Then she blinked again. “Why am I sleeping with you?”
Sitting up on the back of the booth Faith asked “Anyone wanna tell me why I’m having sex with him?”
“Cuz he has this amazing thing he does with his tongue?” Dean answered as he slid into the booth with them.
Sam looked at his girlfriend and his brother before allowing his head to hit the table.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Sleeping
Faith sleeping was an unusual thing.
Sam was used to the sensual rhythm in everything that she did. Faith was just the type of girl that was so in tune with her body that he was sure it came naturally.
But when she was sleeping, she had this closed off way about her. Like she realized that she was vulnerable and didn't like it. Sam asked her about it once and the look he got had shut down that conversation quickly.
She turned, which was amazing considering she was on the backseat of the Impala, and Sam stared at the innocence on her face. It was something that seemed surprisingly at home. And he recognized that he may be channeling Dean but she just looked so… hot.
"Dude, you are not having sex in my car." Dean's voice broke in. Sam realized he may have been turned too long and settled back in the front seat. Still-
"That didn't seem to be the rule with you and Buffy last week," Sam smirked.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Cooking
"Don't take this the wrong way but this isn't poisoned as a means of breaking up is it?" Sam asked looking at the lasagna. Through it smelled so good that in a minute he'd be eating it anyway and just thanking her for such a considerate death.
Faith shrugged. "Nah, that would be too messy. I'd just leave you handcuffed in a motel room with a 'do not disturb' sign on the door. Eventually they'd realize the room isn't paid for anymore and I'm sure you could come up with a way to explain yourself out of that, right Sammy?" Faith took in his gob smacked expression for a full minute before laughing. "Man, that's just getting more fun by the day." She said as she went to grab some paper plates from the counter.
"Don't think I'm not appreciative gorgeous but what's the special occasion?" Dean asked as he took his share.
"Nothing special. Just remembered how Sam was complaining about having diner food all the time,"Faith answered. "Never let it be said that I'm not good at taking care of my boy's... needs. Right baby?" she purred.
Sam ignored the bait in favor of tasting the food- and ohmygod that was heavenly.
Dean on the other hand wasn't done. "And why haven't you cooked before?"
"Haven't the time with that whole traveling with the two of you. Had to call B to get the ingredients here as is." Faith said."Done with the twenty questions?"
"Yeah sweetheart, sorry." He took a few bites himself enjoying the food when a thought occurred to him.
"Wait Buffy's here?" He asked almost looking around for her.
Faith smirked and tossed him a scrap of paper with a number. "One appetite at a time."
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Cleaning
Faith cleared the plates (thanking higher deities that they paper were during this process) unusually silent. Dean thought about approaching the subject when the door bell rang.
It was Buffy.
Oh well, she’s Sammy’s girl anyway, Dean reasoned to himself and then preceded to forget about it completely as the girl in front of him mentioned bikinis.
Sam, on the other hand, did no such thing as he crept up behind her. He was just about to strike when a hand shot out and grabbed him by his wrist, pressing in to his pulse point.
“Okay, ow.” Sam said as Faith smirked and closed the lid on the trash can.
“I don’t like surprises.”
“I can see that.” Sam said shaking his hand out. It was just for show and they both knew it. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
“Faith-“
“Seriously, nothing.” Faith assured him. “I just hate cleaning.”
“I can go only stay for like two hours. Dawn…”Buffy’s voice rang through.
Sam gave a smirk that sent a shiver down Faith’s spine. “I can do something to make up for it.”
“Really” Faith asked. “What?”
Sam held up the keys to a 67’ Impala and Faith grinned.
**(((~~~~~~~~)))**
Time keeping
Sam would be the first to admit that he has made some choices that didn’t make sense.
But thinking that he could keep an eye on the time while in the back of the Impala had to be at the top of the list.
Actually he couldn’t think. Kind of the problem. Though, he supposes when have you have a girlfriend that can do that, it’s not really a problem. Closer to a mistake.
“Dude what the f**k are you doing in my car?”
Faith looks up long enough to grin. “Mad ‘cause we didn’t invite you?”
And Sam smirks.
Until the look on Buffy’s face suggests that she does want to join in. Then his brain gives up on thinking completely.
Great job!!!