Who: Faith and Shawn What: Faith brings Shawn a pineapple smoothie to show her love When: Thursday June 20th, evening Where: Shawn's cell Warnings: To borrow a phrase from Spike she may "bruise the boy".
It had taken her all fucking day to find a pineapple in Everett. Most everything had been picked over until she finally found this little place right outside of town that hadn't been touched. And there it was, gleaming like magic in the distance. A pineapple. She'd had to ask for help in the kitchen. Even though Faith technically took up the charge for housekeeping and kitchen staff since the council members took care of sentry and raiding, she wasn't too hands on with her responsibilities there. Luckily she didn't have to be because everyone pulled their weight and then some. Even going so far as to help their hapless leader mix a fucking smoothie.
It wasn't even that good. She had taste tested it and it tasted kind of funny but probably the closest thing she could get to a pineapple smoothie circumstances being what they were. If he didn't like it she was sure that he would like other things about her. Faith wasn't really Susie fucking Homemaker so the fact that she even tried to make him a smoothie should win her extra bonus mega points, she thought. Who needed to be making smoothies when you had a body like hers anyway? She could just throw her sexuality around to get what she wanted. It was something she was well practiced in anyway and Shawn didn't really seem like the kind of guy who would shoot her down. Unless he was gay. God, he wasn't gay, was he? He was always hanging around with that mime who wasn't a mime. What if he was gay? Faith's fag hag days had ended when Tommy had skipped town on her leaving her nothing but a stupid note telling her that he was afraid of her after she snapped in gym class and broke some guys arm for picking on Tommy. What else was she supposed to do? He was her best friend. They did that kind of shit for each other. It was just a good thing that Angel could handle his own arm breaking.
She was wearing a pair of red leather pants instead of her usual blacks. She wanted to stand out, even though her shirt was black and skin tight. No bra, as usual. Faith didn't believe in bras or underpants. It saved her a lot of time when it came down to choosing clothes.
"Hey," she said as she came to a stop in the doorway of Shawn's cell. That council meeting earlier in the day had been fucking crazy. She still had no idea what the problem between Connor and Tyler was. She had bigger things to worry about at the moment anyway. Like her unrelenting desire to be with this man. This weird, scruffy, kind of ridiculous man who had just shown up one day talking about pineapples. Love was funny that way, right? "I brought you something." She handed him the cup with the smoothie inside of it. "I tried to get it as sweet as I could but y'know, zombie apocalypse."
She licked her lips hungrily and it wasn't for the smoothie. She was studying every bit of him, every feature, every line and curve. He was actually kind of handsome if you could ignore the goofball expression. Rugged in a... feminine kind of way. That was okay though. Faith didn't mind doing all of the heavy lifting.
"So what do you think?" she asked after he had a sip. "If you don't like I've got whiskey as back up."