|Mark Cohen is addicted to unhealthy relationships (mydocumentary) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2012-02-16 10:16:00
|Entry tags:||faith lehane, mark cohen|
Who: Mark Cohen and Faith Lehane (or is that Faith Cohen now...hmmmm)
What: Our heroes (okay, a slayer and a filmmaker), find themselves about ten years in the future
When: ...please see above? Early morning, first day of future time!
Where: Their great big house in the Lawrence suburbs
Warnings: Language, some flirty innuendo, sexual references, it's these two, come on
Waking up curled around Faith wasn't entirely unusual for him. More often than not these days he either stayed over at her place or she'd end up at his. Of course, Mark still refused to call it dating. He wasn't boyfriend material, Maureen had proven that for him. Nope, he was good with just casually seeing each other. If either of them met anyone else, well, then that was just fine. But that didn't mean they couldn't have completely casual, no strings attached sex, right?
So when he first woke up and the scent of Faith's shampoo reached his nose, Mark didn't react except to slide his arms around her and nestle in closer. He had the closing shift that day, he didn't have to be up right away, may as well get comfortable. He opened his eyes to get a look at the woman by his side, which was all completely normal...until he caught his surroundings.
This wasn't his and Roger's apartment. But it wasn't Faith's, either. What the hell? Had they been kidnapped? But who would bother with him? Sure, she was a strong fighter and could be useful to someone, but he was an independent filmmaker who worked in a Jewish deli. What did he have to bother with?
Automatically, though if they were in any danger it'd likely be her saving them and not the other way around, his grip on her tightened. "Faith," he said firmly. "Wake up. Something...is definitely not right."