'Kay, folks here's another short one. Was gonna write more, but telling my girl I was late for our date because I was writing? So not good. Anyway, enjoy and check out the other fic I'm working on.
Faith POV
I can't help the chuckle that escapes me, "I'm not just 'screwing the bartender,' we're… uh…" I pause, trying to find the right word.
"Dating?" B supplies for me.
"Well, I wouldn't say that, 'dating' is kind of a strong word for what we're doing. We're just good friends – with more fucking." That's mostly true, it isn't like Tess and I have actually gone on anything resembling a date. I do, however, genuinely enjoy being around her – which is more than I can say about my last few fuck-buddies.
She eyes me suspiciously, "I thought you said they had a 'no screwing customers' policy at the Bronze."
"They do."
"Ah-hem… elaborate, please." What? She doesn't like my answer?
"She doesn't work there anymore," I smile, remembering the night she told me. Maybe I should thank her and Cordy for that… nah. "Y'know, she told me that the same night Cordy decided to… profess her love for me…" I wink.
"Well, it looks like you sure got over Cordelia fast."
"Yeah, about as fast as I got under her," hmm… gotta remember that one. She gives me that cute little half smile.
"So, you're really not angry anymore?" she asks a little unsurely. Yeah, but I'm sure I could still use a little fun. I stroll over, backing her against the counter. Placing both hands on either side of her body, I lean close, so we're nose to nose. She's terrified, I can see it in her eyes.
"And what exactly would you do if I were still furious?" my voice is soft, but steely. She gulps.