[She's still not quite sure she's out of the trip, that she's out of the desert. But after all those weeks hours of slaying, there's a primal sort of hunger beneath her skin. Hungry and horny, that's how she described it to Buffy, who blushed and turned away and denied and denied and denied herself. But Faith's not like that. And Gideon...
Well, Gideon is hot as fuck. She reaches out, a satisfied hum escaping her lips as she trails her fingers down Gideon's abs.]
Nah. Fuck maths, flunked out of that shit ages ago... [She looks up at her with that same cocky smirk quirking her lips.]
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Well, Gideon is hot as fuck. She reaches out, a satisfied hum escaping her lips as she trails her fingers down Gideon's abs.]
Nah. Fuck maths, flunked out of that shit ages ago... [She looks up at her with that same cocky smirk quirking her lips.]
Pretty simple question. Wanna make out?
[She's not exactly a poet.]