WHO: Faith Lehane and Sam Winchester WHAT: there have been food analogies, talking code words, but we all know what's really happening right?! WHEN: After Sam's post-rescue graffiti WHERE: Faith's room at the Hyperion RATING: It's gonna get quite high, but in a good way! STATUS: In progress
Sam was coming over and for the first time Faith was actually nervous. They must have spent hundreds of hours in this room together, watching movies, preparing for patrols, having serious talks or just goofing around. But this was different and Faith couldn't deny that the excited butterflies in her stomach were also insanely nervous.
She'd spent a while in a fairly cool shower, cleaning off the sweat and grime from the furnace before wandering back to her bedroom in her bathrobe, damp hair hanging around her shoulders. Faith took a look in her wardrobe and felt completely lost. What exactly does someone wear when they'd kissed their best friend and now he was coming over? Keep it casual? Or dress up? She picked up a pair of leather pants, contemplating that look for a moment before deciding she wasn't quite ready for the skin tight leather over her skin just yet. And even if she could decide what to wear, there was still other questions like hair up or down, or make up or no make up.
She growled in slight frustration, wondering how normal girls did this all the time. Finally she settled on a pair of black jeans, hoping that something half way between casual and sexy would be appropriate. Her hair she left hanging loose and after a moment's debate she decided against make up.
With that finally settled Faith sat on the very edge of her bed, the excitement finally starting to beat the nerves as she waited for Sam to arrive.