Cry Wolf

[slayergal_faith]

The phone had been ringing off the hook. Faith just ignored it for the longest time. Sliding her arm over a sleeping Wesley, she smiled watching him sleep, the rhythmic movement of his chest rising and falling began to be hypnotic. As she drifted off again, one thought was prominent on her mind, how could she have hurt this man

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[watcher_pryce]

The phone was ringing. Again. Well, technically it wasn't *the* phone. Technically it was *Faith's* phone. Wesley had heard it, but he'd gotten good at ignoring it. Faith would answers it eventually and that was good enough for him. It was probably the Council at any rate, with another job on one wanted. Why they always ended up with these jobs he didn't know. Perhaps it was some cruel joke from Giles to get back at them both. Or testing them, which he was taking a damn time doing if anyone were to ask Wesley

[slayergal_faith]

The hot water soothed her aching muscles. She was all out there, tackling ever job that came their way. Wes was always worried about money, bottom line, she didn’t want him worrying. Taking the loofah, Faith scrubbed her body hard, the dead layer of skin, sliding down her body and into the drain. The steam filled the room, like a pregnant woman sitting in a chair much too little

[watcher_pryce]

He couldn't help it. Wesley groaned when he heard those words. He resisted the urge to grab the blankets and pull them over his head. Germany. Bloody hell. That meant they were going to have to go on a plane. They could've very well drive over there. Or take a boat. No doubt it was a job once again of the utmost urgency. Wesley often wondered if Giles could be less dramatic. And if it was of such importance, why didn't he send over his most trusted and golden Slayer

[slayergal_faith]

Still wet, she jumped on the bed, with slayer grace she maneuvered her way beneath the sheets, so she was lying next to him, the blanket over both of them. “We could always go campin’?” She had to smile thinking of him out in the woods.

“Baby, we don’t have to go to Germany, I can call them back and cancel, and I know you hate the idea, but once we get there, we can drive around Europe. We can always go by boat, it would take longer, but you and I locked in a cabin for days? Not so bad if you ask me. Fuck, we could even make them charter us a yacht. Is it the idea of workin’ for ‘em, or flyin’ or both? Baby, we can pick and chose now. Just as long as we’re together, I don’t give a fuck where they are. Does kinda make me grin to see them beggin’ for our help.” She asked him, attempting to get him out of his foul mood.

Her hand began stroking his upper thigh. “It’s your call watcher-man,” if they did go to Europe she fully intended to break into the new Council headquarters and fuck him on Giles desk.

[watcher_pryce]

Giving her a pained smile, Wesley made himself comfortable on the bed. Well, not exactly comfortable the way he usually did. This meant sitting back lazily against the pillows. Come to think of it, which he now did, whenever he called Giles - or his father - he'd sit up with such a straight back he could understand the stick up the rear jokes

[slayergal_faith]

The muscles in his leg began twitching; a tightening up one instinctively does in terror or anger. Her eyes popped open so she could look at his face. This wasn’t good, she tried not to over react, but he was upset, so she was even more so

[watcher_pryce]

"Mister Giles, I don't really care how you refer to me. But I'll ask you not to talk about my Slayer in such a way. It shows a lack of respect and manners. I don't think that... what

[slayergal_faith]

Wes’ face was drawn, all of the signs of being incredibly pissed off; he would get this ‘bugger off’ look, yet Faith would still bother him, teasing him, or loving him or pissing him off more until his mood changed. This however, was ‘the thunder-storm’ look. Tornados could spawn; the world could end as she knew it. It had never been quite this bad. There were times Faith would just leave, let him find his way on his own