Faith and Mort worked hard on the roof for the next few days, and finally managed to get that finished, ending the problem of water leaking in from above. Not that this was anywhere close to the end of the work needed, but it certainly felt like something to celebrate.
"Why don't the two of you go out for dinner somewhere, maybe a movie afterwards? Sort of a celebration?" Tanya's suggestion had just a hint of something else to it, as if she was trying to get them some time alone together for romance.
Faith could feel herself smiling as she looked over at Mort. "A night out… just the two of us?"
He smiled, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Sounds good to me. I think there was a Chinese place in town…"
"Sounds good. All we have to do is make ourselves presentable, and then… out to town." Faith felt like bouncing with a mix of glee and anticipation, but restrained herself. She was wondering if she had anything that would really catch his eye…
In the end, she settled for the leather pants and a gauzy little top that she borrowed from Tanya, worn over one of her tanks. It looked… good, seductive without looking too easy. Mort's reaction was everything that she could have hoped for. His jaw literally dropped, and she could have sworn that she saw a little bit of his dark tongue fall out, just a little bit. Sort of like those 'oh, Wolfy' cartoons from years and years ago.
"I guess you like what you see, hmmm?" She almost purred the words, smiling at him as she walked closer.
Mort swallowed once, his lips moving soundlessly. Finally, a few words scraped through, sounding almost hoarse. "I like… It's good… wonderful."
Tanya just laughed, and literally sent them out of the house, making little shooing motions with her hands. "Go! Go out and have a nice dinner. Take a walk in the moonlight. Kiss each other, have fun. Take your time about it."
They both giggled the whole way to the motorcycle, their hands having somehow found and clasped with each other. It felt… it felt like she was a balloon, filled with helium and cut free, allowed to float up and away. She slid behind him on the motorcycle, snuggling close against him with a soft sound of contentment.
They ended up holding hands through most of dinner, and feet kept sliding along legs in clear flirtation. Faith had a few ideas forming about how tonight could go, and they were definitely… steamy. And if Mort was so flexible when Slaying, how flexible was he in bed? She hoped for the chance to find out…
They rose, dropping money onto the table to cover the meals, and slipped out the door, their bodies practically touching, hands sliding over backs. They kept stopping to kiss as they made their way towards the motorcycle. Faith couldn't believe how everything seemed so intense, so much. Her whole body was tingling, and they hadn't even done anything more than kiss!
Naturally, that was when something went wrong. They were practically flattened by a large something running into Faith, moving rapidly to the west. The kiss was broken, and hands had to fall from each other to prevent them from kissing the parking lot.
Faith glared at the large demon running into the distance. Such a perfect moment, ruined by some big demon. "I think somebody needs slain."
Mort was glaring at it, his breathing a bit fast. "Oh, I'm in complete agreement. Has that oaf no sense of timing?"
Faith chased after the demon, wanting to kill it, to make him or it pay for interrupting. Granted, the parking lot wasn't the place to actually get naked with Mort, but still… they were having quite the moment there, until nearly getting crushed by that big thing. Hands on, personally administered death penalty for interrupting… and she was even supposed to kill troublesome demons. It didn't even occur to her to maybe take the motorcycle.
The chase ended up in an orchard, the air thick with the sickly sweet scent of fruit that had fallen to the ground. The large shape of the incredibly rude and soon to be dead demon was clear ahead, and Faith ducked down, grabbing a mostly hard roundish shape. The apple flew forward, hitting the running shape. Faith threw a couple more, wishing that she had some knives to throw instead. She'd finally found a sweet and great guy who wasn't gay or already involved, and just as she was thinking that she might get some… trampled by a demon. Uggh!
Ahead, she could see two shapes, walking through the trees. A man and a woman, moving slowly. But not lovers or would be lovers, not standing that far apart. The demon was heading right for them, and it suddenly hit the man, sending him flying into a tree with a dull scream and a cracking noise.
"Menace to everybody else as well." Mort's voice sounded not quite pleased.
"Right. You check the guy, I'll try to keep it back for a few moments. Maybe the chick can help him if he's…. if he can be helped out here." Faith almost said if he was hurt, but anybody thrown that far into a tree… there would be injuries at best. Assuming that he'd even survived.
Faith pulled the knife from her boot, lunging at the demon with an angry shout. "Hey! You ruined my evening! I had plans!"
Turning towards her, the thing growled, with little beedy dark eyes and a huge round mouth with rows of teeth and a this trail of drool emerging on one side. Raising arms that were as big around as her waist, it swung a huge fist at her, clearly intending to make her evening even worse. It was big, and strong, and it smelled rather like rotting fish.
Suddenly, the thing was knocked to the ground, Mort crouched on it's shoulders for a moment before leaping up, just in case it tried to grab him, which it immediately tried, another growl emerging. Now they were both dodging the huge fists, and the occasional tree branches that wild blows sent crashing to the ground.
Eventually, between Mort clubbing it in the back with a tree branch and Faith then slitting it's throat almost deep enough to see the spine, they took it down. She debated a little dismemberment as an outlet for her frustration, but decided maybe not in font of a witness… maybe two.
Faith looked up to see the chick, no more than a girl, really. She was half crouched, not cowering, but in a defensive stance. Dark hair had partly escaped from a ponytail, and she wore a sweatshirt with Tweety bird on the front, and a wooden stake held in one hand. She was staring at the dead demon, looking caught between fear and relief.
Suspicion bloomed in Faith's mind. "You're… you're Lorrie, the Potential Slayer, aren't you? How's the stuffy Watcher?"
"He's… it knocked him out cold. And then the two of you… killed it. How did you know…." She looked at the two of them, questions in her eyes.
"Saw you in the cemetery the other night." Faith sighed, shaking her head. "He's got to be the lamest excuse for a Watcher that I've ever encountered."
With a sharp gasp, Lorrie looked at her, eyes wide. "You… but how did you… did you have a Watcher? Are you another Potential Slayer?"
"My Watcher got killed a few years back." Faith looked at Lorrie, deliberately not mentioning that she wasn't a Potential, but a fully active Slayer. "You… if you've got a cell phone, you might want to call an ambulance for him."
Faith heard Mort's disgusted mutter even if Lorrie didn't. He glared at the fallen Watcher, " Prejudiced cold hearted bastard. Serve him right to be left out as vampire bait."
"A cell phone… yeah. Rather, I don't , but he's got one." Lorrie moved over, pulling something from the pocket of the unconscious Watcher. Her hands were shaking as she flipped it open, nearly dropping it before she managed to dial for the local ambulance.
Faith sighed, leaning against a tree. Much as it might delight her to leave the useless Watcher out for any wandering nasty, Lorrie probably wouldn't leave him. The guy was an ass, but that didn't mean that Lorrie should suffer for it. Of course, the whole mood was broken to little bits. Damn.
End part 20.
"Why don't the two of you go out for dinner somewhere, maybe a movie afterwards? Sort of a celebration?" Tanya's suggestion had just a hint of something else to it, as if she was trying to get them some time alone together for romance.
Faith could feel herself smiling as she looked over at Mort. "A night out… just the two of us?"
He smiled, brushing his fingers over her cheek. "Sounds good to me. I think there was a Chinese place in town…"
"Sounds good. All we have to do is make ourselves presentable, and then… out to town." Faith felt like bouncing with a mix of glee and anticipation, but restrained herself. She was wondering if she had anything that would really catch his eye…
In the end, she settled for the leather pants and a gauzy little top that she borrowed from Tanya, worn over one of her tanks. It looked… good, seductive without looking too easy. Mort's reaction was everything that she could have hoped for. His jaw literally dropped, and she could have sworn that she saw a little bit of his dark tongue fall out, just a little bit. Sort of like those 'oh, Wolfy' cartoons from years and years ago.
"I guess you like what you see, hmmm?" She almost purred the words, smiling at him as she walked closer.
Mort swallowed once, his lips moving soundlessly. Finally, a few words scraped through, sounding almost hoarse. "I like… It's good… wonderful."
Tanya just laughed, and literally sent them out of the house, making little shooing motions with her hands. "Go! Go out and have a nice dinner. Take a walk in the moonlight. Kiss each other, have fun. Take your time about it."
They both giggled the whole way to the motorcycle, their hands having somehow found and clasped with each other. It felt… it felt like she was a balloon, filled with helium and cut free, allowed to float up and away. She slid behind him on the motorcycle, snuggling close against him with a soft sound of contentment.
They ended up holding hands through most of dinner, and feet kept sliding along legs in clear flirtation. Faith had a few ideas forming about how tonight could go, and they were definitely… steamy. And if Mort was so flexible when Slaying, how flexible was he in bed? She hoped for the chance to find out…
They rose, dropping money onto the table to cover the meals, and slipped out the door, their bodies practically touching, hands sliding over backs. They kept stopping to kiss as they made their way towards the motorcycle. Faith couldn't believe how everything seemed so intense, so much. Her whole body was tingling, and they hadn't even done anything more than kiss!
Naturally, that was when something went wrong. They were practically flattened by a large something running into Faith, moving rapidly to the west. The kiss was broken, and hands had to fall from each other to prevent them from kissing the parking lot.
Faith glared at the large demon running into the distance. Such a perfect moment, ruined by some big demon. "I think somebody needs slain."
Mort was glaring at it, his breathing a bit fast. "Oh, I'm in complete agreement. Has that oaf no sense of timing?"
Faith chased after the demon, wanting to kill it, to make him or it pay for interrupting. Granted, the parking lot wasn't the place to actually get naked with Mort, but still… they were having quite the moment there, until nearly getting crushed by that big thing. Hands on, personally administered death penalty for interrupting… and she was even supposed to kill troublesome demons. It didn't even occur to her to maybe take the motorcycle.
The chase ended up in an orchard, the air thick with the sickly sweet scent of fruit that had fallen to the ground. The large shape of the incredibly rude and soon to be dead demon was clear ahead, and Faith ducked down, grabbing a mostly hard roundish shape. The apple flew forward, hitting the running shape. Faith threw a couple more, wishing that she had some knives to throw instead. She'd finally found a sweet and great guy who wasn't gay or already involved, and just as she was thinking that she might get some… trampled by a demon. Uggh!
Ahead, she could see two shapes, walking through the trees. A man and a woman, moving slowly. But not lovers or would be lovers, not standing that far apart. The demon was heading right for them, and it suddenly hit the man, sending him flying into a tree with a dull scream and a cracking noise.
"Menace to everybody else as well." Mort's voice sounded not quite pleased.
"Right. You check the guy, I'll try to keep it back for a few moments. Maybe the chick can help him if he's…. if he can be helped out here." Faith almost said if he was hurt, but anybody thrown that far into a tree… there would be injuries at best. Assuming that he'd even survived.
Faith pulled the knife from her boot, lunging at the demon with an angry shout. "Hey! You ruined my evening! I had plans!"
Turning towards her, the thing growled, with little beedy dark eyes and a huge round mouth with rows of teeth and a this trail of drool emerging on one side. Raising arms that were as big around as her waist, it swung a huge fist at her, clearly intending to make her evening even worse. It was big, and strong, and it smelled rather like rotting fish.
Suddenly, the thing was knocked to the ground, Mort crouched on it's shoulders for a moment before leaping up, just in case it tried to grab him, which it immediately tried, another growl emerging. Now they were both dodging the huge fists, and the occasional tree branches that wild blows sent crashing to the ground.
Eventually, between Mort clubbing it in the back with a tree branch and Faith then slitting it's throat almost deep enough to see the spine, they took it down. She debated a little dismemberment as an outlet for her frustration, but decided maybe not in font of a witness… maybe two.
Faith looked up to see the chick, no more than a girl, really. She was half crouched, not cowering, but in a defensive stance. Dark hair had partly escaped from a ponytail, and she wore a sweatshirt with Tweety bird on the front, and a wooden stake held in one hand. She was staring at the dead demon, looking caught between fear and relief.
Suspicion bloomed in Faith's mind. "You're… you're Lorrie, the Potential Slayer, aren't you? How's the stuffy Watcher?"
"He's… it knocked him out cold. And then the two of you… killed it. How did you know…." She looked at the two of them, questions in her eyes.
"Saw you in the cemetery the other night." Faith sighed, shaking her head. "He's got to be the lamest excuse for a Watcher that I've ever encountered."
With a sharp gasp, Lorrie looked at her, eyes wide. "You… but how did you… did you have a Watcher? Are you another Potential Slayer?"
"My Watcher got killed a few years back." Faith looked at Lorrie, deliberately not mentioning that she wasn't a Potential, but a fully active Slayer. "You… if you've got a cell phone, you might want to call an ambulance for him."
Faith heard Mort's disgusted mutter even if Lorrie didn't. He glared at the fallen Watcher, " Prejudiced cold hearted bastard. Serve him right to be left out as vampire bait."
"A cell phone… yeah. Rather, I don't , but he's got one." Lorrie moved over, pulling something from the pocket of the unconscious Watcher. Her hands were shaking as she flipped it open, nearly dropping it before she managed to dial for the local ambulance.
Faith sighed, leaning against a tree. Much as it might delight her to leave the useless Watcher out for any wandering nasty, Lorrie probably wouldn't leave him. The guy was an ass, but that didn't mean that Lorrie should suffer for it. Of course, the whole mood was broken to little bits. Damn.
End part 20.