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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|01:37 pm]
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notmonochrome
"So one night I climbed down the tree outside my bathroom window ..."

"And you fell and broke your arm?"

"I did break my arm, but not from a fall. I feel should be insulted, but lucky for you, recent events are preventing it." Wesley's self-depreciating remark caused Faith to smile at the countertop.

Without looking up, she said, "So you were climbing down a tree in the middle of the night... wait! Why were you sneaking out? It was a girl, wasn't it?"
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|01:04 pm]
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minervacat
"No, no-- don't stop, although I might advise that you put the knife down if you're going to continue."

Faith looked down at her hand and up and Wesley and laughed. She turned back to the counter, and the raw meat. "Right then. I'm cooking and you're talking. So talk."

"Well, when I was 17, I was quite certain that I wanted to be nothing but a tomb-raider in Egypt, and my father was quite certain that I was going to be nothing but a Watcher. So one night I climbed down the tree outside my bathroom window ..."
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|12:48 pm]
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notmonochrome
"Faith, I am a Watcher. You think I've never broken bones?"

"After falling out of a tree, maybe. Hey! I said no shop talk! What about bar brawls? Were you a rowdy like Ripper? I bet even you have a few good pub crawls under your belt."

Faith had started to pantomime along with her questioning, causing Wesley to break into a smile. "I don't know that I've ever seen someone gesticulate with meat before. No, no-- don't stop, although I might advise that you put the knife down if you're going to continue."
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|12:27 pm]
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minervacat
"Shall I start with indexing the demons I could impersonate with this protrusion? I'm sure I could come up with quite a lot."

"Ugh, no. I'm off duty. You're off duty. No demon-talkin' tonight, thanks. Tell me ... I don't know. Have you ever broken any bones?"

Wesley carefully peeled the ice away from his face to raise an eyebrow at her. "Faith, I am a Watcher. You think I've never broken bones?"
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|12:14 pm]
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notmonochrome
"Take this. Sit there. I'll make dinner. You keep talking."

By the time Wesley pried his eyes from his careful examination of the linoleum, Faith had returned to the potatoes and started slicing. Tentatively, he touched the lump on his head, feeling around the perimeter with little winces.

"Shall I start with indexing the demons I could impersonate with this protrusion? I'm sure I could come up with quite a lot."
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|12:06 pm]
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minervacat
"Hey! Did you really hurt yourself? Lemme take a look. C'mon."

Faith grabbed him by the elbow and ignored the sudden tingle of skin-on-skin contact. Manuvering him into a chair, she knelt in front of him and carefully pried the hand Wesley had clamped over his forehead away from the injury. She took one look and let out a long, low whistle. A large purple knot was already raising on his right temple. "Let's get something on that, okay?"

She rummaged for a dishtowel and some ice, and, makeshift ice pack in hand, turned back to Wesley, who wouldn't look at her. "Take this. Sit there. I'll make dinner. You keep talking."
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(no subject) [Sep. 30th, 2003|11:18 am]
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notmonochrome
Wesley turned from his careful examination of the contents of his shelves to say something, anything, and walked straight into the open cupboard door.

"I was just thinkin' to myself that there's nothing more attractive than a man with a concussion. You all right there, Wes?" Faith had to turn to put down the vegetable she was holding in order to hide the smile that was emerging from her lips. As she swiveled herself around and moved to walk towards him, she found that he was inching his way to the worn kitchen table. "Hey! Did you really hurt yourself? Lemme take a look. C'mon."
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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2003|01:03 pm]
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minervacat
He quickly put down the dish towel he'd been twisting and started foraging in the cupboards as an excuse to look away.

Wesley hoped that the back of his neck wasn't as red as he feared it was. He could feel Faith's eyes trailing up and back down his body. "Yeah," she said slowly. "You're attractive."

Wesley turned from his careful examination of the contents of his shelves to say something, anything, and walked straight into the open cupboard door.
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(no subject) [Aug. 15th, 2003|09:11 am]
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notmonochrome
Wesley blushed, stammered, blushed again and fixed her with a look of indignation two or three steps up from her earlier tone.

When Faith's once over didn't dissolve into laughter, the Watcher turned a deeper shade of pink.

"R-really?" he stuttered in a hopeful voice, raising his shoulders and lifting his chin. "I've always thought that Giles is very distinguished looking, quite attractive really. I mean, to women, not to me of course, but--Do you really think I'm attractive?" By this point, Wesley had started fidgeting and his ears were turning red. He quickly put down the dish towel he'd been twisting and started foraging in the cupboards as an excuse to look away.
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(no subject) [Aug. 14th, 2003|03:07 pm]
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minervacat
"Not bad for a rental. Sure beats the motel, that's for sure."

Wesley searched for the proper tone of indignance. "Surely you are not comparing that roach-infested fire trap to my apartment."

"Gotta compare everything to something, right?" Faith leered at him. "For instance, you're way better lookin' than Giles."

Wesley blushed, stammered, blushed again and fixed her with a look of indignation two or three steps up from her earlier tone.
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