Milli- quick stop in NYC before heading out to Scotland

[h2_muses]

Connor and Faith step off the elevator into the loft. It's rather dark and very quiet, except for the light bubbling of the fish tank below.


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All the arrangements were made - Rachel never asked questions - and they were on their way. It's a long flight from JFK to Glasgow, but Faith looked comfortable with her head resting against his shoulder and her legs draped over his. He had put his arm around her and leaned his head against hers to try to get a few minutes of sleep himself. Generally he had no problems sleeping on the trans-atlantic flights, but this time was different and he couldn't stay asleep longer than forty-five minutes at a time. Maybe it was Faith, maybe it was the fact that she was worried about her powers, maybe it was just him. He couldn't tell.

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He hated to wake her, but knew there was no way he would be able to carry her off the plane. Groggily, Faith made it off the plane, through baggage claim and all the other fun checkpoints and out to the car. There was some complaining and grumbling as she got in, but she was soon settled against him again and falling asleep. It was around 10:00am when they got into the car and nearing lunch time when they arrived at the small cottage in the hills.

Faith stepped out of the car and blinked. He saw the smile spread over her face as he stepped up next to her. That was a good sign. An even better sign was when she turned to him and kissed him, long and thorough, much to the dismay of the driver who was pulling luggage out of the trunk of the vehicle. When Faith let go, he smiled at her, then offered a friendly smile to the driver, then a handshake and a 'thank you' before dragging the bags into the cottage.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith waits until the driver was gone, then turns to Connor, shoving him up against the door, grinning at him. "So, I found out what happened to my powers."

[macleod_connor]

Connor, is shoved against the door and looks at her. "Yeah? What's that?"

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Ate something I shouldn't have." Faith shrugs lightly. "My own dumb fault." She leans against him, her face tilted up to his, eyes bright with relief. "But...it's temporary. Or, at least, it probably is."

[macleod_connor]

"Do I want to know what it is you ate?" he asks with a smirk.

"'Probably' temporary? No one knows for sure?" At this part he's concerned, not angry.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Just a cookie. A harmless, stale little cookie." Faith makes a face. "The effects, apparently, should only last for a day. Not sure why I'm still like this, but the going theory is because it was stale." She shrugs. "Important part is, it was a dumb accident. They weren't taken from me, not deliberately."

[macleod_connor]

"That's the important part?" he asks with a grin... he's kidding. His hands, however, move to her hips, then graze up her sides and back down. He likes touching.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

She likes touching too; she grins back at him, putting her arms around his neck. "Well, it's nice to know they'll probably come back. But...yeah. Knowing I wasn't being punished...that's important."

[macleod_connor]

He nods. He gets that. "You know, the powers don't define who you are, right?" This is Connor saying 'You know that the Slayer thing isn't why I like you, right?' - but that's a little more direct than he wants to be.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith nods, understanding. 'Subtle' isn't her thing, but hey. "Yeah. I know."

[macleod_connor]

**Quick description of the cottage: It's quaint, small, meant for about 2 people, 3 if you squeeze. It sits a fair ways from a small loch - w/in walking distance, but not so close that if you walk out the back door your feet get wet. Very nice. Kinda pretty. It's a little chilly, since it's February, but it's not too bad outside.**


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"Good." He leans his forehead against hers and his hands tighten a little at her sides, drawing her a little closer.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith likes the close. A lot. She likes the kissing even more, though. So guess what she does?

[macleod_connor]

Connor kisses back, because he likes the kissing too - and Faith's pretty good at it, with or without slayer powers.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith would thank him for the compliment, if she could read his mind. Since she can't, though, she mostly just kisses him some more. And starts making pulling motions in the direction of the nearest piece of furniture. Hey, it's Faith, what else?

[macleod_connor]

The directional tugging is understood and followed. "Aim right, you'll hit the couch instead of the chair," he whispers against her mouth between kisses.

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith doesn't much care which piece of furniture it is, but hey, it's Connor's house. Cottage. Thing. "Bedroom would be better?"

Yeah, it's meant to be a question. She's occasionally willing to let him take charge.

[macleod_connor]

Right now, he's almost go for the floor. "Up to you. If you're in a hurry, we're about four steps from the couch. It's," yeah, mental calculation, he hasn't counted the steps, "more than that to the bedroom."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

"Four steps sounds good." And she drags along, hitting the couch and falling backward, pulling him down with her.

[macleod_connor]

He catches most of his weight on one arm against the back of the couch and one foot still planted on the floor and moves in to kiss her, nibbling along her jawline to her neck.