[Faith leans in closer, taking in the heat. God. It's intoxicating. She thinks... idly, involuntarily... of Buffy. Of the way she'd flush and turn her eyes and ears away whenever Faith made a lewd flirtatious joke, of the way she'd tremble and...
She doesn't want to think about that.
Instead, she rests her hand on the strangers cheek, a smirk on her face.]
Well, that's good. You'll wanna take a breath.
[And then she leans in and catches their lips with her own. She's not being rough (for once). Maybe the alcohol is making her gentle. Or maybe she's just tired.]
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She doesn't want to think about that.
Instead, she rests her hand on the strangers cheek, a smirk on her face.]
Well, that's good. You'll wanna take a breath.
[And then she leans in and catches their lips with her own. She's not being rough (for once). Maybe the alcohol is making her gentle. Or maybe she's just tired.]