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Tweak says, "You Say!"

Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-30 09:37:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 13, faith lehane, severus snape

Who: Faith and Snape
What: Snape decides Faith doesn't need to sleep. She disagrees. Hilarity ensues. They wander off to train, and then make out.
When: Around 8am
Where: Faith's room, then on a pillar by the sea to train.
Rating: PG-13 - R for naked Faith and some making out.
Status: Complete

She'd never much been interested in the whole 'early to bed, early to rise' philosophy. A confirmed night owl, she was rarely in her bed before 3am, at the earliest. She liked the night time. As far as she was concerned, the damned early bird could keep it's stupid worm. She'd take a comforable bed anyday, no questions asked.

Last night had been no different than most. She'd had an interesting time training with Xena, Gabrielle, Toph and Katara, but had wandered off bored after not too long. Teaching people really wasn't so much her forte. She was more of the lone wolf type, neither good at teaching nor particularly at learning. Sure, she showed her Watchers a certain amount of respect, but that didn't make her an easy student. After that impromptu, for her, at least, training session, she had wandered along her merry way. She hadn't made it to her bed until well past 4am.

Being left to her own devices, it would be well past noon when she awoke. Someone, however, seemingly didn't know when to leave her to those devices. In the midst of her dreams, for once as normal as they ever got, she heard a banging. Not loud, not at first. But insistent. Even when she dragged her pillow over her head, it wasn't enough to keep the noise out fully.

The girl sighed, slipped out of bed, and staggered over to the door. Once there, she held on to the doorframe and swung open the door. Her hair was a mess, she was still bleary-eyed, and on top of that, she was completely and totally nude. She didn't sleep wearing clothing, and didn't care enough about other people's sense of what was decent and what wasn't to even grab a blanket to cover up.

"Oh, it's you. Sorry, I'm not the Slayer before noon. Come back later."

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dark_slayer
2008-09-03 05:07 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, hell yeah!"

The young, dark-haired woman actually jumped into the air with her fist raised triumphantly. She was high on adreneline, the only time she would ever even think of doing anything like that. Usually, she was much more mindful of appearances, about seeming to care about nothing. Only when she'd been fighting did that change.

Her laughter and celebration died down when Snape didn't make an appearance in the water below. She frowned, wondering if she'd somehow missed the splash, and he was drowning beneath her or something. Worry showed on her face, and she slowly, carefully made her way over to the edge of the pillar and peered over, trying to keep firm footing at the same time as she looked for her Watcher.

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severelyseverus
2008-09-04 01:06 am UTC (link)

After a suitable, hopefully anxious, pause, Snape levitated himself back up to the height of the surface of the pillar. He did it quickly, and he did it right in front of what he hoped was a startled Slayer. In case she wasn't, he decided to use her own technique against her. Grabbing her by the upper arms, he pulled her a short distance towards him and kissed her.

Without waiting for her to react, he suddenly yanked her by the arms, pulling her over the edge of the rock and suspending her over the deep waters. He smirked gloatingly.

"Remember, your enemy may have many unknown capabilities. You must be prepared to deal with any eventuality. Have you a way out of this predicament?"

Secretly, part of him had been happy for the opportunity to kiss her again. Her lips were full and dark, and he found them captivating. The same part of him couldn't help but notice, as he held her bare arms, that her skin was remarkably smooth. It looked... nice.

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dark_slayer
2008-09-04 01:20 am UTC (link)

"Mph!"

It was the only noise she got out as she was pulled forward and very thoroughly kissed. Unlike her to be caught off guard. But two could play this game, and she wrapped her arms around his neck even as he held her over the water.

"Kissing you again isn't gonna work, right? Might be fun anyway, of course..." She smiled and then leaned in as if she was about to kiss him again. But something about the uncertain energy of the situation got to her, and instead, she twisted violently in the air.

Her slender body whipped through the air, and she flipped over his head, freeing herself. Her arms were still around his neck, so he was dragged along with her. With a fairly forceful, decisive movement, she threw him to the ground. Seizing her, no doubt, momentary advantage, she settled herself comfortably on top of him, straddling his body.

"See? That's my way out. So, who won? I tossed you off, but you could have thrown me off too if you hadn't stopped to talk about it."

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severelyseverus
2008-09-04 09:23 am UTC (link)

This time Snape had been momentarily discombobulated not by a kiss but by Faith's suggestion that she would kiss him for fun. As his mind wandered towards fantasies of long embraces with the beautiful, young Slayer, she made her move and capitalized on her strategy.

As he lay beneath her, trapped by her impressive strength, he attempted to smother the flames of lust that were licking his imagination. It was difficult, no matter how inappropriate they might be. As her current position played into his fantastic scenarios, he hoped fervently that she was not able to feel the stiffness that was forming in the area she was straddling. It would not do to jeopardize their relationship and his authority with such complications.

"I will admit that you have won. You successfully knocked me off the edge of the rock, and you not only successfully escaped being held above the water, but you managed to capture your opponent while doing so. Bravo! I am impressed. Next time I shall fight harder."

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dark_slayer
2008-09-04 10:14 am UTC (link)

She nodded, but was frowning slightly. And it wasn't just that he had admitted that he hadn't been fighting with his full strength. The thing was, somewhere along the line, she had turned it into a real fight. Probably when she'd been held over the edge of the water, that seemed the most likely time.

"Right. We'll try again later."

Her voice had taken on a low, purring sort of sound, very throaty, very sexual. And she looked down at him with a sort of hunger burning in her dark eyes. It would be very familiar to some, and they either would have thanked god for it, or been desperately determined to escape. She had fought. And she hadn't killed. Nor would she, even if it wasn't allowed. He was her Watcher.

That left one option, then, as far as she was concerned. And from where she was sitting, it wasn't one he would mind much. She leaned down and kissed him again, forcefully, and this time her fingers wound into his long hair. She wasn't trying to catch him off guard to try to win a fight. It was a completely different story, now.

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severelyseverus
2008-09-04 11:49 pm UTC (link)

In the seconds before Faith applied her amorous intent, Snape heard the purr in her voice and saw the glint in her eye. He found it just as disarming and befuddling as any of her kisses had been. What did it mean? He sensed it heralded something unexpected.

When she actually did kiss him, what was unexpected this time was not the sensation of it, but the feeling behind it. He could sense quite clearly that she was not now kissing him to throw him off his game, as it were, to distract him, but with a more sincere passion. Whence had that come? He found this sincerity as confusing as he found it erotic. Clasping her lithe young form to him, he returned her passionate embrace, his lips burning with the promise of her sexual enthusiasm.

But then his mind recovered itself from its torpid daze, and the realization came violently to him that this was completely innapropriate. Letting Faith set the terms of their incipient erotic relationship, if they were even to have an erotic relationship, was to undermine his authority. No. He could not permit this.

Pulling his lips back from hers, he made a sudden move to roll over and throw her off of him.

"No! This cannot happen!"

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dark_slayer
2008-09-04 11:55 pm UTC (link)

She was more than a little caught off guard when he rolled her off him, which is why it happened at all. She was more than strong enough to have stayed on, if she'd been thinking about it. She landed a short distance away, and turned back to him with an undisgused expression of hurt. It soon faded away to her more customary smirk.

"Yeah, clearly it can. But, hey, no biggy. Your loss, right?"

Humiliation she might be feeling, as well as desire, but she would never allow herself to act like she wanted it, like she really cared. It wasn't her style. So she gave him a one-shoulder shrug and another of her smirks.

"Well, as much fun as it's been kicking your ass, I gotta go. Important things to do. Later."

She didn't give him a chance to respond. She didn't wait around long enough for that. Instead, she took a running start at the edge of the pillow and jumped right off it without the slightest hesitation. She hit the water in a clean dive, and started swimming to shore.

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severelyseverus
2008-09-05 12:30 am UTC (link)

Faith's looks of hurt and humiliation bothered Snape. Had he made the right choice? Had it been a mistake to reject her advances? No. It was for the best. He had not accepted her offer of the position of Watcher merely as an avenue by which to infiltrate her underthings. In fact, at the time the offer had been made, thought of his Slayer's underthings had not even crossed his mind.

As he stood up and wandered to the edge of the pillar of sandstone to peer over and watch Faith swim away, he couldn't help but remember the feel of her body in his arms, the slight weight of her on top of him, the tickle of the tip of her tongue on his lips. If he were completely honest, he had to admit that he had enjoyed the visceral thrill of it -- his erection, after all, had not yet subsided -- but reinforcement of his authority came first. There was promise in it that had not only priority but greater scope. Perhaps later, at a time of his choosing...

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