XIX. Faith & Booth
Adventures of Faith the Slayer
A collection of ficlets and/or drabbles featuring our favourite Bad Girl Slayer, Faith.
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None of these characters belong to me. They belong to their respective creators. I'm merely borrowing them to satisfy this nagging plot bunny in my head.NON-FFA Pairing:
Faith/Seeley Booth (Bones)Spoilers/Timeline:
Post Season 7 of BtVS; Disregard the current and past seasons of BonesPhoenixRae's Notes:
The idea for this pairing just blossomed
into my mind while I’m at work waiting to call it a day.Summary: Faith’s craving for coffee and something else…
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I CAN’T BELIEVE I let you drag me all the way out to the middle of nowhere, Booth!” complained Faith while trailing behind the ex-Army Ranger and now an FBI Agent who looked so much like Angel she nearly had a heart attack when they were first introduced.
“Quit your complainin’,” was Seeley Booth’s nonchalant reply, his eyes looking left then right then left again before assessing that they were safe.
Faith shot daggers at the broad expanse of his back. He replaced the charcoal gray pants with faded-blue denims. For his top he wore cotton ribbed tank top topped with a long-sleeve white shirt buttoned halfway down and the sleeves folded three-quarters. He was Sex on Legs and if only Booth wasn’t related to Angel she’d be jumping his bones once this assignment of hers was over.
“Are we there yet?”
“Almost,” Booth answered through clenched teeth. God, this woman was worse than Bones. He took a few more long strides then stopped. He didn’t warn his companion of what he was doing and the petite brunette collided with him. Booth felt the breath whooshed out of him at the force of impact. “Hell, Faith, watch where you’re going!”
Faith glared a hole right through the dastardly handsome FBI. “You should call out a warning when you’re about to fucking stop!”
Booth merely rolled his eyes and gestured at the brownstone exterior of the establishment he took her to. “Coffee, madam?”
All thoughts of skewering him alive faded when Faith saw the famous Starbucks sign. Suddenly she couldn’t control herself and latched herself on to the surprised fed agent, her mouth taking possession of his in a not-so-siblingly kiss that left both of them a-quaking where they stood.
“Mmmm….that’s fucking better than coffee,” Faith murmured in that husky-smokers voice of hers and licked her lips seductively, giving Booth wild and unwanted ideas that would get him in to trouble with his forefather, the infamous Angelus.