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The problem with using one of the keys to commute home was that there was no way to control where the key brought you back. Sure there was a chance that you'd end up in the same place that you'd originally left from, but there was also a chance that you'd end up two rooms over, on a different floor, trapped inside of Principal Connor's filing cabinet, face to face with the enraged leftovers of Wednesday's Meatloaf Surprise, or worse.

In Angelus's case it dropped him off by the indoor pool.

Specifically twenty feet above the indoor pool.

Angelus could be heard to say "Oh sh-" before there was a loud splash.

Fortunately not needing to breathe removed one problem from the equation of trying to right himself, get oriented, deal with the tangle that his clothes had suddenly become, and then get to the edge of the pool. He pulled himself out, carefully cradling a package that had originally been safe inside of a grocery bag, but the paper bag had turned into a sodden mess.

He bundled the bag and its inventory into a makeshift sling made from his coat, then squished his way back to the fourth floor.

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*pokes head out door at squishy noise.*
*laughs*
*a lot*

Angelus turned to see who it was, then smirked when he saw Faith. "Would've thought you'd appreciate me in a wet T-shirt contest. Not that this is a T-shirt."

Faith grinned. "Oh, a wet t-shirt, definitely. Big mess of wetness? Not so much."

"Yeah, shirt's ruined," Angelus said. "My fault for wearing silk." He nodded in the direction he was originally going in. Was going back to my place. Grab a change of clothes, maybe even a hot shower. Want to come with?"

Faith raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like fun. You definitely need to get out of those wet clothes." She paused. "Although I guess you can't actually get sick or anything."

"Bonus of already being dead," he agreed. He unlocked his room door - using the regular key - and opened it to find the room in the exact same state of chaos and destruction that he left it in. "Uh, watch your step."

Faith looked around the room, amused. "Either Harris had some friends over or you've got some serious issues. What the hell happened in here?"

"Felt like redecorating," Angelus said, with a tone that didn't quite make it far enough into deadpan to cover the faint hint of earlier upset that caused the mess. He attempted to play it off by busying himself unwrapping his coat, then peeling away the wet bag he'd been carrying inside of it.

As the bag was peeled away it revealed plastic containers, not unlike the ones that hold potato salad at delis, but instead filled with blood. There was also a palm-sized velvet-covered box. "Damn," Angelus said, when he saw the box. "Probably got ruined too."

Faith raised her eyebrows at his tone. His lack of calm was a bit surprising. "You had to go swimming to get a snack?" She debated the chances of him getting pissed if she inqured further, but didn't really care all that much. "So, what's in the box?"

"Catch," he tossed it over to her. It was a jeweler's box, and inside was a necklace with a sterling silver cross.

Faith blinked as she looked inside the box. "Oo, shiny. Who's getting this oh-so-useful necklace? Or are you planning on wearing it yourself, you know, for the wonderful burning sensation?"

"I'm making friends," he said, as he put the containers of blood into his mini fridge. This time when he looked at her he managed to get himself closer to his usual irony. Not all the way there, but closer. "I want them to feel safe around me."

"Friends?" Faith laughed, a little. "I'm sure they'll feel safe. You're just looking out for their best interests, after all."

"Exactly," he stood up and started stripping off his wet clothes. "Speaking of: what's this I hear about werewolves? You know officially I am very upset that my fellow students were hurt while I was locked away in detention the whole time."

"I noticed that. It's a shame, really- you would have been able to help." Faith smirked, enjoying the view. "I missed most of that, actually- I actually woke up with a hangover yesterday, figured I'd sleep it off."

(OOC- actually, my parents came for a visit. would have prefered the hangover)

"Didn't know Slayers got hangovers," Angelus said, clearly filing something away for future reference. He noticed her looking at him. His mouth curled into a half grin and he reached out to hook a finger into her belt and draw her - if she was willing - close to his now half-naked form. "See something you like?"

"I've never had one before. I blame the pirate," Faith said as she let Angelus pull her closer. "And I definitely see something i like."

The earlier shades of his upset were starting to fade and be replaced by a demeanor of a deeply sated jungle cat. He skirted his finger around her hip, then moved his hand down to cup her ass and draw her closer still.

For all that he'd just been in the pool, his skin was warm, as though something inside of him had managed to raise his otherwise room temperature body heat to the point where not even a quick swim could have brought it down.

"You know," he said, his tone inviting, "there is that shower I was meaning to take."

Faith leaned in closer to him. "Well, that sounds promising," she said, drawing her finger over his chest and down to the waistband of his pants.

She had realized, even before she leaned closer, the reason behind his warmth and behavior. He reeked of having recently fed, and all of her slayer instincts demanded that she do something about it.

She kissed him.

There was a low, rumbling growl as Angelus responded to the kiss. Both hands reached down to cup her ass, then lift her bodily onto the desktop that he had cleared off in his earlier rage.

He broke the kiss for just a moment. His eyes were hard and predatory as he looked at her. Not that he wanted to destroy her, but that he wanted to have her.

When he kissed her again it was rough, and biting, and as though he didn't much care if she wanted him to or not.

Faith grinned ferally as Angelus kissed her roughly. She enjoyed his roughness more than was good for her.
He was going to tear her apart, and she was going to love every second of it.
Faith pulled him closer, wrapping her legs around his waist and grabbing his shoulders to pull him down to her. She kissed him harder, biting back a little.

Angelus thrust forward. He was already hard, and not interested in taking his time about it.

"Shame you wore pants," he said, mouthing his way down her neck. "I could be inside of you right now."

Faith grabbed his hips, grinding herself into him. "You maybe want to remedy that?"

"Think I do," Angelus thrust forward. A light of inspiration twinkled in his eyes. He detangled himself only just enough to take one of the bigger yet still wickedly sharp shards of glass from his earlier rage.

He held it up. "Trust me?"

Faith looked at him, mock offended. "Not at all. But I figure you're not dumb enough to try an kill me now."

Angelus laughed, her answer being precisely the one he had hoped for.

"You always were smart, Faithy," he told her. He kissed her, sucking on her lower lip. The hand holding the glass moved down. He held her pants taught with his free hand, lifting the fabric millemeters off of her skin. The glass came down and began to cut the garment in two.

Faith watched the glass come closer to her skin. She hadn't been lying when she said she didn't trust Angelus, and, as much as she believed that all either of them wanted at this point was a good fuck, she still watched closely.

Faith moaned as she felt her pants come apart. She wanted this, and badly.

Once her pants were cut in two, Angelus tossed the glass to the side. It fell to the floor with a plinking, shattering sound.

"Better," he said. He slipped his fingers into the split and began to rub at her wet skin.

Faith grinned and bit her lip as he touched her. She started to undo his pants, pushing the still-wet fabric down over his hips and thighs.
She started to touch him, slowly and teasingly at first, but more it became more forceful quickly.

"No need for foreplay," Angelus told her. He nipped at her neck. "I'm already there."

"Great," Faith said as she looked up at him. "Let's go."

Angelus buried himself inside of her, groaning as he felt her wrap around him like a glove. He took a moment, letting them both get used to the sensation, then started to work his hips. The movement was slow, hard, and deliberate, each thrust forward strong enough to push her away if she didn't hold tight.

Faith wrapped her legs around him, grabbing tight. She moaned a little at every thrust, moving up to meet him each time. She felt herself coming closer to the edge, and bit down on her lip to stop herself from getting too loud.

"Oh no," Angelus said, when he saw her muffling herself. He grabbed her hair with his right hand, holding her head so that her neck was bared. He thrust into her harder still, the motion as much geared towards pain as it was pleasure. "I'd love to hear you scream."

Faith moaned, louder with every thrust. With every thrust she was pushed against the desk, hard. It was starting to hurt, but in the best way possible. She dug her nails into Angelus's back, pulling him closer to her, harder and faster.

"Not gonna get it until I hear you," he taunted her. He scraped his teeth - fangless - along her neck. He angled his hips to make sure she could only go up to the edge and not over it. "C'mon, Faithy. Let me hear a Slayer scream."

Faith wanted it. Very much. She drew in a shuddered breath as she felt his teeth on her neck.
Faith screamed.

Angelus gave a bark of delighted laughter. He gave her throat a sharp, fangless bite as the sound of her screaming drove his hips faster and faster, until she wasn't the only one who was making noise.

Faith lay there for a moment, trying to catch her breath. She grinned. "Damn, you're insanely good at this. It's not fair, it impedes judgement."

"You know how much I hate to impede judgement," he winked at her as he pulled out. He started to button up his pants again then thought better of it, instead shucking them entirely. "So - shower?"

Faith grinned, and took off her shirt and the remains of her pants. "Sounds great."

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