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[__visiongal]

"Okay, the hotel's being put up for auction next month," said David, somewhat distracted as he spoke to me, "You want me to make a downpayment?"

"No, David," I frowned, twirling the phone cord around my fingers, "We'll get it."

Truth was? I wasn't sure how I was going to get it, what with the being broke and all. What little savings I'd had

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[prodigal_slayer]

Catching the towel out of mid-air with one quick flick of my wrist, I rubbed it on the back of my neck and bare shoulders. This heat wave was really kickin' my ass too. Course I wasn't used to it, I wasn't from around these parts, but Cor? She should be all about this So Cal heat wave. Wasn't I supposed to learn from the natives or whatever?

"Turn on the air conditioning, Cor." She was wicked cheap, I know that's sayin' something for anyone who ever knew Angel but she was. Maybe not cheap, she just kept an eye on the money all the time. It was kinda cute. But it wasn't even like we were payin' bills around here. David was takin' care of us. Which by the way? Kinda nice. And not surprising, I mean who wouldn't wanna house two hot chicks with superpowers?

"This heat wave is mad killer." I finally agreed after a minute, walkin' over to her and pressing my lips to hers. "By the way? I like it when you sweat." I said with a wink as I pulled away.

[__visiongal]

Sure. Turn the air conditioning on... Spend a little more of David's money. It didn't matter that Faith and I were sweating to death, the point was I was watching what we were spending-- Or trying to, anyway.

Problem with that? David liked spending money, especially on his 'two favorite super-hero girls' and every time he did? It made me feel like this small.

"This heat wave is mad killer." She agreed with me, walking towards me and giving me a brief (but very nice) kiss. "By the way? I like it when you sweat."

Ugh. "You would." I murmured, finding the corners of my mouth quirking upwards in a smile. "Hell, I would, if I were getting something like a tan out of all of this. My PI homework is putting paid to that." I could use something right now, like... Alcohol. Maybe sex. Yeah, she'd agree to that.

Bad Cordy. "So, what'd you do today?" I asked with a grin, "Y'know, you're still hot no matter how much working out you don't do."

[prodigal_slayer]

"You know for someone with a shopping fetish you are a wicked tight-wad." I teased her with a grin, my arms still circled around her waiste as I looked up into that pretty face. I got an indignant look in response which only made the grin on my face get wider. It was too easy to get a rise out of her sometimes. And besides? I had a serious point. She was wicked cheap for someone who loved shopping as much as she did. Not to mention? David fucking loved spending money on us. Who was I to prevent him from gettin' a happy over helpin' us out, ya know

[__visiongal]

"I am NOT a tight-wad!" I gasped, about to thwap her on the arm for that little barb. If she'd seen how much I'd spent on shopping way back in the day when Daddy had, like, tons of money? She'd be calling me anything but a tightwad.

Of course Faith avoided said thwapping by wrapping her arms around my waist... How could I thwap her when she was being all cute and-- And, Faith-like?

"So what'd you do today?"

"Huh? Oh me? Not much- there was a Cheers marathon on earlier. Then I pretty much just been chillin' in here all day."Chillin'. Ha. I seriously had to doubt Faith's sanity when she said that. Chillin'? Was not working up an even ickier, sweatier sweat in this place

[__visiongal]

That wasn't it? Oh, sure, she'd say that. Keep Cordelia sweet, make sure she doesn't--

"You can't do everything!"

Uh, and what? I turned to look at Faith, surprised. Everything? I didn't want to do everything! I just wanted to, y'know, set up our business. Get by. Be with her. That wasn't such a lot to handle, was it? And if I let something stupid like one little vision floor me--

"Let me feel useful. Let me do something. Kickin' ass and takin' names is what I'm good at."

Any time I wanted to lose the stunned goldfish look would *so* be okay with me. It really wasn't pretty, that much I knew.

Faith didn't want to protect me. She didn't want to wrap me in cotton wool and take away the visions like Angel had. She just wanted... She wanted to do something she was good at. She wanted purpose. I got that.

Admitting that I was wrong about something had never been high up on my list of favorite things to do but sometimes? You just had to go with it.

"I wasn't trying to do everything," I protested, shoulder meeting ear

[wickedslayer]

My eyes probably got so big she didn't even recognize me, cause for real? I wished I had a camera. Makin' Cordelia Chase totally speechless was a moment I'd probably never have again and I wanted to capture it. She was though, tryin' to shrug and play it off all cool but she knew I was right, she understood. Gone was the anger of a few minutes ago when she thought I was tryin' to protect her. I couldn't lie, part of it was that. I did wanna protect her, kind've a side-effect from the two of us runnin' for our lives for a few weeks. But I also knew that Cor could kick some ass with the best of 'em, slayer power or not. Hell, she was the one who saved my ass in that alleyway with that neat little glowy trick she had goin' on for her. But if she kept bailin' me out like that then what the hell was I gonna do? I needed to fight, it was in my blood. Couldn't deny it.

A small smirk busted out over my face as she finally relented. Guess it was her turn to stay home and watch the Cheers marathon. Not that she would. I was sure the minute I