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Who: Giles and Faith (no one in particular)
What: Giles revels in the stolen moments.
When: Season 8 comic canon.
Why: Because Joss Whedon sunk my ship.
Warnings: Spoiler warning for issue 33 if you squint.
She’s asleep now; on the bed curled up like a cat still wearing her blue jeans and tired hoodie with nothing underneath he’s almost certain of. Earlier in the evening, they had run through the Platz in the pouring rain and she had his jacket over her head like it’s done in a dozen American romances and it would have been sweet if she hadn’t gotten to the door first and held it open with that smirk on her face that let him know she’s pampering him.
When he spoke to the hotel clerk; she had her arms around him, chest pushed against his back and her hands in his trouser pockets. She’s short; and she had to step on her tip toes to rest her chin on his shoulder and smirk at the clerk. The clerk glanced between them once, twice and deciding they couldn’t be family turned his attention back to the computer. Giles’ comfortable with that, despite the pang of guilt or shame he can’t quite finger why- he can readily slide into the role of John with his girl. Even Faith seems comfortable with it; the thought the clerk has only seems to amuse her because she knows him and so she tugs one hand from his pocket and rubs it across his chest. She winks at the clerk and likes when he shoots a jealous look at Giles and he knows without a shadow of the doubt, the younger man takes comfort in the fact he’s paying for this.
( There are things I have done There's a place I have gone There's a beast And I let it run Now it's running . . .My way There are things I regret To can't forgive You can't forget There's a gift That you sent You sent it . . .My way So take this night Wrap it around me like a sheet I know I'm not forgiven But I need a place to sleep So take this night And lay me down on the street I know I'm not forgiven But I hope that I'll be given . . .Some peace )
What: Giles revels in the stolen moments.
When: Season 8 comic canon.
Why: Because Joss Whedon sunk my ship.
Warnings: Spoiler warning for issue 33 if you squint.
She’s asleep now; on the bed curled up like a cat still wearing her blue jeans and tired hoodie with nothing underneath he’s almost certain of. Earlier in the evening, they had run through the Platz in the pouring rain and she had his jacket over her head like it’s done in a dozen American romances and it would have been sweet if she hadn’t gotten to the door first and held it open with that smirk on her face that let him know she’s pampering him.
When he spoke to the hotel clerk; she had her arms around him, chest pushed against his back and her hands in his trouser pockets. She’s short; and she had to step on her tip toes to rest her chin on his shoulder and smirk at the clerk. The clerk glanced between them once, twice and deciding they couldn’t be family turned his attention back to the computer. Giles’ comfortable with that, despite the pang of guilt or shame he can’t quite finger why- he can readily slide into the role of John with his girl. Even Faith seems comfortable with it; the thought the clerk has only seems to amuse her because she knows him and so she tugs one hand from his pocket and rubs it across his chest. She winks at the clerk and likes when he shoots a jealous look at Giles and he knows without a shadow of the doubt, the younger man takes comfort in the fact he’s paying for this.
( There are things I have done There's a place I have gone There's a beast And I let it run Now it's running . . .My way There are things I regret To can't forgive You can't forget There's a gift That you sent You sent it . . .My way So take this night Wrap it around me like a sheet I know I'm not forgiven But I need a place to sleep So take this night And lay me down on the street I know I'm not forgiven But I hope that I'll be given . . .Some peace )
