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Faith Lehane (wrongchosenone) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-29 00:51:00

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faith lehane, wesley wyndham-pryce

Who: Faith and Wes
What: Sparring, talking, god knows
When: Tonight
Where: Somewhere in London
Warnings: At the very least Faith's mouth warrants a pg-13

After Faith had gotten herself to London and to the place where Wes lived, she'd been let in and had some small talk with her once and former Watcher. Neither of them were the talking types, so she stretched out, and then they sparred. It felt good to just spar and not have to worry about some kind of evil coming to kill her for the next half an hour or so. And by the end she was sweating and exhausted and probably really horny, but when wasn't she?

Not that she was going to do anything about it. At least not until she left him. After she made sure he couldn't take anymore, she went to go find them some water. "Do you even have fucking water in this place? Or do you have to go to the store?" she asked as she walked back into the kitchen and opened up the fridge.

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godking
2009-01-29 12:06 am UTC (link)

The sparring had been good. For the first time since he had died in Fred's...no, Illyria's arms...he'd felt something besides an overwhelming numbness. The rush of adrenaline and the ache in his muscles. He felt alive. He was sweating and as exhausted as Faith, if not more, though it was harder to tell than with her, because he didn't need to catch his breath and his pulse wasn't racing. It was still odd to get used to that. There were moments in the fight when he'd forgotten that he had to breathe, and he'd spent a moment trying to catch his breath before he would remember.

He rolled his eyes as Faith spoke, stifling a laugh. In some ways, she was the same girl he'd met years ago. "There's a filter on the tap," he said. "I suppose whoever I replaced was rather environmentally conscious."

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-29 12:15 am UTC (link)

Though it looked like she might have bitched for a moment about having to get water out of the tap, she realized that well if she was going to bitch about not having bottled water she deserved to be shot. So she grabbed a glass and filled it up. "Do you want any? Fuck do you even eat?" she asked in between gulps of water, calling out more then poking her head back into the living room.

"Fuck that environmentally conscious bullshit. World's gonna explode but not from global warming." That was for damn sure.

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godking
2009-01-29 12:21 am UTC (link)

"I don't honestly know," Wesley said. "This is something of an irregularity. I don't need to breathe, but I'm capable of speaking, which shouldn't be possible. I can breathe with conscious effort, and my muscles still work even though there is no blood flow, so I imagine it wouldn't hurt. It is mystical, after all." He realised he was talking more than necessary. "Anyway...yes. Water would be lovely."

"True enough, but let them have their causes. Everyone needs something to fight for. And not all of us can fight the true evils that are out there."

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-29 12:29 am UTC (link)

"There's only one way to figure it out." She said as she filled yet another glass of water and then finally brought them both out to the living room. "Guess if this doesn't send you into fits, we can try food and see if you go all writhing on the floor." Her eyebrows lifted in amusement and she handed the glass of water to him.

Her nose wrinkled, "Man fuck all that saving trees by using plastic instead of paper? Come on that ain't fighting for shit. They wanna fight for the environment, they should fucking push their car to work." She slumped down on the floor and stretched out her legs. Out of the corner of her eye she was watching to make sure he wasn't going to fall on the floor and croak from water.

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godking
2009-01-29 12:35 am UTC (link)

Wesley couldn't help laughing at that. "I hardly imagine you would complain," he said, taking the glass from her, "were I writhing about on the floor." He took a long drink of water, and it felt perfectly normal. "Unfortunately, it seems I won't be entertaining you with fits and writhing today." He smiled. "Did you want to get takeaway? I think it was about time to do the shopping, or this person was as hopeless in the kitchen as Gunn. There wasn't much in the way of food."

He shook his head. "I agree, but this person didn't have a car either, so they seem to follow through on that count." He shrugged, settling down next to her on the floor. He noticed her watching him from the corner of her eye and he smiled. "I promise you haven't killed me with water. Such would be a rather anticlimactic death."

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-29 12:49 am UTC (link)

Her shoulders shrugged some, "Depends on which way you're gonna be writhin on the floor." Then she started to grin, because she was dirty and Wes knew she was dirty so she figured he knew how to ignore her by now. She didn't actually want him to writhe around on the floor cause she gave him water. "Takeaway. You're gonna cook?" she tried not to snort. "Don't be looking at me for cookin I couldn't toast bread." She was pretty sure that even Gunn was better at cooking then she was.

Since she was caught, Faith just smirked and shook her head. "Good, though that would be really fucking funny. We do all that shit and then die from some water."

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godking
2009-01-29 02:53 pm UTC (link)

Wes rolled his eyes, but knew that he'd walked into that. Faith had a mostly one track mind, and it did no good to encourage her. "I'll have you know," he said, "that I am perfectly capable of cooking. I just don't have much motivation to at the moment. Any preference? There's a little spot down the way that makes fantastic curry." He smiled at her. "Don't worry," he assured her. "I'll take care of the cooking, and you can handle the slaying."

"It would be rather ironic, I suppose," he said with a laugh. "Death by beverage hardly seems a fitting end after everything we've done." He looked at her curiously. "Are you settled into your place here?" He didn't want to admit that he liked having her around and wasn't keen on staying here alone. "If not, there's an extra room. You would be welcome here."

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-29 06:07 pm UTC (link)

It just made her grin a bit more when he rolled his eyes at her. "Yeah? Well fuck then, fine you're cooking and I'm slaying." That was like getting paid right? Something like that. "Curry's good with me, I ain't picky." About anything really but especially about food. Insert another perverted comment here.

"Yeah, but it could be worse you know. Or maybe better, I dunno." She glanced over at him a little surprised. He wanted to know where she was staying? "Uh.. I didn't really look to see where I was supposed to be staying. You know I don't really do the whole.. settling thing." And she didn't like staying alone either actually for another reason that she wasn't going to bring up. "You want me to stay? Well.. uh.. sure. If you can put up with me."

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godking
2009-01-30 01:36 am UTC (link)

"Good lord," he said with a sigh, as he considered the implications of that particular train of thought, "I die and suddenly I'm a bloody housewife. Hell of an afterlife." He was joking. Mostly. "I'll keep that in mind."

"You could be killed by a faulty toaster, I suppose," Wesley pointed out, shrugging. That seemed a rather anticlimactic death. "I know you don't really settle," he said, not expecting her to agree, "but I just thought it could be-" He trailed off, realising she had agreed. "Good! I'm...of course I can...I'd like it if you stayed." And not only because he really did intend to do right by her as her watcher this time around. She really was the only one who understood him.

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-30 01:41 am UTC (link)

Faith snorted slightly, "I could clean I guess. But you're British, you're probably better at it than me. I ain't good at living with people or living alone, so what the fuck y'gonna do, right? You can just think of me as like the guard dog of the house, that way you ain't a housewife. Though the idea of you in an apron is kinda cute, Wes." she smirked and waggled her eyebrows at him.

God she wanted a smoke. "Then I'm stayin. You gonna make me go smoke outside? Cause.. technically, you ain't breathin so.." she trailed off and gave him almost a puppy dog expression but not quite. More like 'logic is with me on this one' even if it wasn't. She got up to her feet to go get a phone, and a menu and maybe her pack of cigarettes wherever the hell they were.

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godking
2009-01-30 06:13 pm UTC (link)

Wes shook his head. "I'm only joking, Faith," he assured her. "We can share responsibilities, cooking aside...though I would be more than happy to teach you at some point. You slay, I'll watch." And handle the magic. He laughed as she mentioned him in an apron. "You have a very odd mind, my dear."

"Good," he said. "No, I have no problems with you smoking. I've been known to engage in the habit from time to time, so it isn't any bother." Not that he would now. It would take far too much concentration. He looked over at her and smiled softly. "I'm glad that you're here, Faith." He didn't want to think of what it would be like to deal with this alone.

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wrongchosenone
2009-01-30 06:31 pm UTC (link)

The idea of him teaching her to cook was more than amusing, so she just grinned and shook her head. "We'll see. I'd say that the whole teacher student thing is lost on me but you're a good teacher so I guess you could teach me to cook." If she could be taught something like cooking. Only time would tell. Her shoulders shrugged, "It's not odd. Guys cooking in aprons are hot. Get with the program."

Sweet sweet nicotine. As soon as she'd found the pack, she pulled one out and put it between her lips then lit up. After she'd inhaled, she let out the smoke in a ring and went to hand him the phone. He was being nice, overly nice and of course she didn't know how to respond so she just shrugged it again. "Uh.. sure, whatever. I ain't gonna turn down a free place to live."

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godking
2009-01-31 01:01 am UTC (link)

He looked down, embarrassed, as she said he was a good teacher. "Not that good," he said, remembering his father's...no, the cyborg masquerading as his father's words. The single greatest embarrassment in the history of the council. "As I recall, I'm a rather dreadful teacher." But he wanted to start again. He glanced at her. "Aprons are hot now?" he asked with a smile, pushing aside his previous uncertainty. "Is this a new development I've missed, or do you just have odd fetishes."

He watched as she smoked, missing the act slightly, but the smell of cigarette smoke in the air was an oddly pleasant reminder, and he closed his eyes, consciously breathing in. He realised he wasn't acting how she expected and sighed. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just...it's been quite a while since..." He tried to think of the right words. "It's been a while since I've been around someone who understood. It's...I've missed it."