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Casey's in a foul mood. He's been that way for the better part of a week. Not only is he still reeling from what was found in the tunnels but he's still adjusting to having had to move back to the Central dorms and rehatch all of his stuff since the Royal Chambers and Morgana up and disappeared. He hasn't had an opportunity to check on Gwen since she decided to move in with Buffy Summers. He still feels bad about deciding to take his chances in the tunnels and leaving her behind, even though she'd said she'd understood.

He knows he should get back to work, help Lorne out, but he's been avoiding the green-guy's calls. Drinking too much. Sitting in his dorm room. His mood getting blacker the more that he shuts himself away.

Finally he's storms out, slams his door and stomps down towards Nazca's tavern. It's close. It will do. He scowls at the Extras he passes on the street.

Once he finally reaches the Last Mistake, he enters, pushing the door open a little too forcefully.

"Gimme some of that ale you got. I don't care if it's warm."

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As long as he doesn't try and chain her up, sure as hell it's a challenge. She likes Casey, but people trying to hold her in place messes with Faith in places that don't have a lot to do with thought, and everything to do with lashing out like a trapped animal. It's a line nobody knows they've crossed until she stabs them with a fork.

"Looks good to me." She tosses her glass back like a shot, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand after. "I mention I'm not big on patience, either?"

Human Casey may be, boring or safe he isn't. But boring and safe aren't her favorite things in the world, anyway.

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He pours them both a top up. Then captures a wrist and pulls her closer, encouraging her to straddle his lap.

"Didn't think so. But you're missing out. A slow dance can be fun."

He places a casual hand on her ass, and reaches for his glass again, also knocking it back like it's a shot.

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Faith arches an eyebrow at the hand around her wrist-- she could break it, if she wanted, snap each finger, make sure he'd never use it again; but this is her call, so she shakes off the instinctive recoil-- and puts a knee on either side of Casey's thighs, holding their lower bodies just a breath apart; half teasing, half showing off.

"Yeah, whatever gets you off, babe. I like my way. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am. All that foreplay shit is a waste of time." She tosses back her second glass, not bothering to wipe the excess off her lips this time. "You planning on doing something here, or just feel me up like Bobby Ridgeway in the back of his mom's Volvo all night?"

"That's just because you aren't doing it right."

He actually knows what he's talking about here, but Faith's young. She hasn't lived as long as he has. And he's in no rush to emphasize that fact.

Damn it, he likes the way she feels, pressed against him. Even if she's still holding back.

He leans forward to kiss her. To taste the whiskey on her lips. He isn't gentle about it. He figures that if she's a fan of vampire sexing, she's not one for being treated like a delicate flower. If it feels damned fine to do it, to kiss her, he isn't about to admit it.

"The feeling up as a purpose, smart ass. Where the hell is it? My knife."

"Oh, Killer, you got no idea."

Faith's secure that she's the shit in bed, that there's nothing anybody can teach her. She's wrong-- and she's only great if you like it hard, fast, and rough, with a trend towards a little bloody-- but good job trying to convince her of that one, world. She never got hugged enough as a child, mommy didn't tuck her in at night, blah blah all that "trouble with intimacy" crap the shrinks in jail liked to talk about.

...He's a good kisser. Faith was pretty sure he would be, but it's nice to be right. None of that unsure, hesitant crap, just pushing the right buttons like he knows she'll be into it.

"You're feeling up the wrong place, babe. Not that kind of girl on the first date." Really, Faith, classy.

"Might just have to expand my search." He murmurs, letting his hands grow bolder in exploring her backside, hips and thighs.

When that doesn't yield his prize, he makes a half growl of annoyance.

"Did you even bring it? "

He pulls back, staring at her with an expression which is both impatient and lustful. Maybe his own goals for the evening are getting a little blurred.

"I brought it." Faith's grin is smug, and the knife is heavy against her ankle, held in by boot leather and hard to get to thanks to the angle of her body. "Not my fault you got hung up on my ass and didn't look for it hard enough."

Casey's hotter when he's working towards pissed, his jaw going tighter. Save that lovey-dovey crap for B, Faith likes it better when it's like this.

"Well, it's a pretty fine ass."

He admits, unapologetically.

"Is that an invitation to be more thorough, huh?"

He brings a hand up to caress her throat. Leans down to kiss the area he's touching. It's more gentle than you'd expect, but always with an undercurrent that things could turn on a dime.

Then he's shifting, lifting her up easily in his arms. He's strong and makes short work of carrying her towards his bed. He's well aware of how quickly she can turn the tables if she doesn't like what he's doing.

"So, what is it about vampires that gets your blood pumping?"

"Yours ain't too bad either."

She stretches a little, pushing down against his lap, then back up again. "Whatever you feel like, babe."

The hand on her throat makes her tighten up, nerves jangling; it's a thing with Slayers, or maybe just with her. Hell of a turn on, but it makes her skin crawl at the same time.

The distance is short enough Faith lets Casey pick her up and move her; the damsel crap would be one thing, but this is okay.

"Everybody's got their kinks, Killer." She shrugs, looks over at him for a second; weighing answering honestly against giving him a flippant line. "And not like vamps are what do it, but close enough." He should get that one, easy. Not vampires-- although that's close enough to a lie for government work; it's also none of Casey's goddamn business-- but being close to something that's supposed to kill you, taking it in and making it part of what you are.

"Anyway, the sex is really freaking good." And a return to form.

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"You got that right." Casey agrees, letting his gaze rake appreciatively down her body now that he has her on the bed. Everybody has their kinks. Flirting with death, inviting it in. He can understand that. How alive it can make you feel.

He's pat her down pretty well and enjoyed himself while doing it. That leaves the only other logical place. He tries to recall which hand she favors and goes for the corresponding pant leg, lifting it up as if to start taking her boots off for her. He does it with a smirk and lets it be part of the seduction game they're playing with each other.

"Kinda assumed the sex'd be pretty off the charts."

"You gonna follow that one up, or is getting all shrink on girls part of your kink?" Faith stretches obligingly while Casey looks his fill, arching her back and lifting her hips slightly.

He's going for the knife and Faith considers for a second using that foot to clip him in the jaw, her calf muscle tensing; then she relaxes into the hold, stretching our her arms and putting them behind her head.

"Really not gonna complain. It's nice, not having to worry I'm gonna break someone if I get too into it."

Casey braces her foot against his chest and slides the pant leg up. He feels her calf tensing up and mentally braces for an attack. When it doesn't come, he lets his questing fingers travel higher until he feels it. Tucked into the top of her boot. He extracts it with a triumphant smirk, even though he's well aware she's allowing him to take it from her. "Not gonna put up even a token fight. Well, that's just disappointing. Where's the challenge in that?"

He deliberately sets her leg down again and strides over to the table to pour himself another drink, shoving the folded knife in the front pocket of his jeans.

"You wanna know what my kink is? It's being in situations where I don't know what's gonna happen next. Don't know if I'm gonna win. Don't have total control. Most of what I do is about taking control. Lining up shots where they never see me coming at all."

He reaches down to start putting his weapon back together again. It's old hat to him, he can do it by touch alone.

"Pretty sure they got sayings about the element of surprise. If you're looking for me to take it now, why bother?"

Faith watches Casey stroll back to his gun, eyes narrowing. She knows this game, too; never give a goddamn inch, see who breaks first. Like playing knuckles, or the kids back in the neighborhood, holding a lit cigarette against each other's palm to see who'd scream and jump away first.

It's easy to yank his chair chair back, straddle his lap and thread a hand in his hair, tugging his head back sharply. "They also got sayings about teases. Wanna fill in the blanks for me?"

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Casey doesn't mind the pain, in fact it just gets his blood pumping that much faster. He doesn't try to break the hold, instead just grips her shoulder, his forearm used as a brace across her torso to prevent her from leaning in too close.

"So you can compare me to one of your vampire squeezes? No, thanks. Besides, I already got what I wanted."

He gives her a defiant grin, designed to piss her off. Sure, he knows she can do some serious damage, but he feels like pushing buttons tonight. The events down in the tunnels still have him pretty rattled.

She pushes into his grip, grinning even while it gets hard enough to bruise. She knows this game, too.

"See, now I'm thinking you're trying to piss me off, babe." She tightens her grip on his hair, leaning in even closer. "So what's the score? You know what I can do. What I'm like. The kind of damage I can cause."

Pressing her lips to his forehead in a kiss that's incongruously gentle, Faith yanks back just that little bit harder. "You looking for somebody to hurt you, Casey?"

"You the one looking to play shrink now, huh?" He tosses back at her, his lip curling back with a snarl. "Maybe I think people like us deserve a little payback now and then for what we've done to others."

With surprising speed considering his bulk, he strikes hard at her arm to free himself from her grip and lunges to his feet, taking her with him so that she's being forced back onto the table. There's the sound of stuff crashing to the floor but he doesn't pay any attention to it.

"Or maybe I just such a cold, hard killer that I get off on feeling anything at all. Or maybe..."

His expression hardens on purpose, because here comes the truth. "I just wanna forget what I've seen down there. Get shit-faced drunk so I pass out, screwed till I haven't got a single thought in my head, or knocked unconscious by a few well-placed kicks to the skull? I'm not sure I really care at this point."

"Man, preaching to the choir. Way I hear it, I'm never going to stop paying. It's this whole clubhouse thing."

The last time someone grabbed her without permission, she stabbed him in the arm with a fork. Casey just gets the full measure of her strength for the first time, bearing him back off the table and onto the floor before he can react, both her hands around his throat.

It takes her a moment to calm down, stop seeing faces Casey's never worn on top of his own, let the voices in her ears die off and remove her stranglehold in favor of resting both palms on his chest. "Just a tip? I don't like being held down when I didn't give the go ahead. Do it again, not gonna be my fault if I get ugly." The words are a threat, but the tone is pure warning. Hurting people is something she left behind, but there are dark places Casey's not allowed into. No one is. And if he treads on them, he's gonna get bitten. Just how it works.

She looks down at him thoughtfully, leaning down close enough her hair brushes his face. "Man, you are just as fucked up as I am." Sympathy there, and some black humor, but before Casey can respond she's kissing him, biting at his lips until it has to hurt.

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Before Casey knows what's happening, he's flat on his back, struggling for breath with her fingers wrapped like a vice around his throat. His first thought is: now that's more like it. Then before he can formulate a counter attack, she's releasing him and issuing a warning that he actually can understand.

He sucks in precious air, staring back up at her. Then before he can say a word she's kissing him, with a savagery that he can appreciate. He responds in kind, clutching at her hip with one hand while the other tangles in her long brown hair. He has no idea whose blood he's tasting in his mouth but it doesn't really matter. What she's offering is raw and compelling and has just as much force behind it as a kick to the head.

When she lets up a little, Casey smiles up at her and strokes two fingers down the side of her throat far more gently than most people expect from him.

"You're only just realizing that?"

Then he's reaching for her top, looking to help her get out of it.

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