Pike rolled over, sighing contentedly. He wasn’t really in the habit of glancing at the clock during sex, so he had no idea he’d really gone for any longer than usual. In fact, he wasn’t entirely sure he’d gone for as long as normal, because he had a lot more energy than he usually did after he finished. Not wanting to leave Faith unsatisfied – he was fairly sure that was actually a health risk, rather than just a risk of being in the doghouse for the next couple days – he mumbled something about being right back, climbed out of the bed, and zipped over to the bathroom.
The bathroom wasn’t really far away, and he was still swimming in sex haze, so he didn’t notice that he’d reached his destination a lot faster than he usually would have. There was also another important detail he failed to realize. He moved through the bathroom with ease and searched the drawer under the sink for what he’d left there. Huh, not there. Oh, right! He’d moved them to the medicine cabinet to make room for other essentials, like toothpaste. He popped the medicine cabinet door open and reached for the condoms. His hand wavered as his brow furrowed. Something was wrong here…
Wait. While the medicine cabinet wasn’t out of reach, he did actually have to lift his arm to get to it. His brow furrowed further. He usually had to lift his arm, rather than just put it out in front of him. His eyes widened as his brain finally processed two plus two, and he whipped his head down to confirm his suspicions.
Yeah, he was flying.
And now he was bumping his head on the ceiling, as confusion, shock, and excitement all flooded him at once. “Ow,” he muttered, ducking his head and rubbing the back of it, where it had smacked into the ceiling. “What the fuck-“ He blinked. Faith? Did Faith have some kind of magical sex power she hadn’t told him about? It’s sad that this thought is at least slightly possible where I come from. Some kind of magical sex power that gave people the ability to fly. He supposed that redefined the term “good sex”.
Deciding to abandon the condom for now, he focused on trying to figure out how to get down from the ceiling. “Down?” Nothing happened. “Uh, down…please?” Nope, nothing. “Motherfu-ow!” Once again, his head collided with the ceiling, thanks to the sudden flood of emotion. “Okay, okay, if I want to keep my brain cells I’ve gotta get my Spock on,” he sighed, trying to focus and force down his emotions. Slowly, the shock and the excitement and the fear all faded. “Okay. Okay. Maybe…” He focused his thoughts. Down. His body began slowly floating back down to the floor. YE- He forced that thought down abruptly as his body jerked back up towards the ceiling. Okay, down. Down.
A surge of relief went through him when his feat touched the ground. “Thank god,” he sighed, scrubbing at his face with both hands for a moment before letting them run through his hair. Time to go ask Faith if there was something she’d forgotten to tell him. “Hey, Faith,” he began, heading back out into the main room, “is there any-”
Oh. Now that he was a little more coherent, he noticed that she was breathing heavily and asleep. Asleep? He couldn’t believe that. How the hell is she asleep? We were only going for- Another rush of shock went through him when he glanced at the clock and noticed that they had in fact gone for an hour straight. His eyes widened at that. An hour straight, no breaks, and he wasn’t even tired?
…Flight and stamina, then. What the hell. How the hell did I wear out a Slayer? He goggled at the clock for a second and then, with a heavy sigh, slipped back into bed and slid one arm gently around Faith’s waist. He’d have time to sort out whether she had some kind of magical sex powers or not in the morning.