Faith pulled the sheet tighter around her body and clutched it to her chest. She lay on her side and listened to the running shower. She smiled softly at the thought of his naked body and what they had done the night before.

It would be the same as always. He would shower, read the morning paper, have breakfast and a give her a quick kiss goodbye. Then she would wait an hour and begin her routine.

Same as his without the paper and the kiss. She wasn't allowed to show up at the same time as him, because the others might find out. She didn't see what was so horrible about it. They were both grown people who could make their own decisions, but she was respecting his for the time being.

The tap turned off and minutes later he emerged from the steaming bathroom. He eyed her scantily clad form and grinned, "That's never going to get old."

Faith quirked an eyebrow, "What?"

He leaned against the door jab, "You. In my bed. It's never going to get old." Faith smiled and stretched like a cat, her smokey eyes focused on him, "How about you, in this bed with me, cause that's never gettin' old for me."

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the stirring in his groin, "You know we can't. He'll know."

Faith pouted, "Yeah, yeah. But morning sex? Great fucking way to start the day, let me tell you."

He walked over to the bureau to start getting dressed and she knew the conversation was over. She walked him to the door and he pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and then rested his against hers. "Tonight," he breathed, "I'll make it up to you, tonight." And with that he was gone. Faith walked back to the bedroom and laid down again to think.

She was always up for a good time, but lately she was beginning to feel like she needed more. She needed to have him somewhere other than the night. She wanted to go places together out of the apartment and tell people. She wanted to have stupid girl talk about him with Cordy and Fred. She wanted everyone to know that they were together.

It wasn't just sex, well a lot of it was, but there were other things that they did. They would settle on the couch, him reading a book and her with her head on his lap, would watch TV or read a magazine. The closeness filled a hole in her that she never thought was there. Faith rolled her eyes, "Fuck, I'm beginning to sound like Buffy."

She looked at the clock. An hour had gone by, it was time to start the daily routine.

Faith walked through the hotel doors with a bang and stomped over to the counter where Cordelia was leaning against it reading a file. Faith hopped up on it and sighed loudly.

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah we get it. Your pissed off. How is that different than any other day?"

Faith shot her a glance out of the corner of her eye, "Don't fucking start with me today, Queen C. I'm so not in the mood for it."

Cordelia looked at her, "Well. What's got your panties in a twist?"

Faith ducked her head, "Men."

Cordelia snorted, "Well of course it's men. What other species on this Earth can irritate women so easily?"

"Mar'thu demons. It goes with the menstrual cycle. Not pretty." Lorne said coming in on the tail end of the conversation.

Cordelia and Faith both made a face and cried, "Ewww."

"Too much information, Lorne." Faith hopped off the counter and went to the kitchen for something to drink.

Lorne settled on the round couch. "What's got jail bird in a twist?"

Cordelia shrugged without looking up, "Who knows. She'll be over it by tonight. Always is."

Gunn and Fred arrived at that moment, holding hands and looking lovey-dovey. Faith came out of the kitchen just in time to see them kiss. Her heart clenched a little at the sight of the openness of their affection, wishing she could have the same.

Now she felt like beating something, or someone. "Where's everyone else at?"

Cordelia answered, "Angel and Wesley went to some old guy's house about a stone or something, and of course, Connor's asleep."

Faith rolled her eyes, "That kid could sleep through a damn apocalypse." She grinned wickedly, "I'm going to go wake him up."

Cordelia, and Fred looked at each other, "Oh no."

Faith took off up the stairs and bounded down to Connor's room. She threw the door open with a bang and dived onto his bed.

Connor came up swinging, not knowing what was happening. Faith ducked him easily and pinned him to the bed. She smiled smugly, "Pinned ya."

Connor scowled, "I hate it when you do that. It's not fair, I was asleep." Faith laughed and let him up, "Quit bitching. Hurry and wake up. I need a sparring partner."

Connor rubbed his eyes trying to focus them, "Feeling violent?"

Faith shrugged, "Kinda." With that she left him to change into workout clothes.

Connor collapsed on the bed with a groan. He always took a beating when she was like this.