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A.N. This fic came into being as a direct result of Tales from the Barman, Conceived by Methos. Methos also kindly beta-read this fic. He gets a lot of credit. Any mistakes or inaccuracies belong solely to me. Enjoy.
Faith was wearing black leather, form-fitting, supple, black leather. It cupped her ass, loving her long legs. Her body was made for leather pants. The skimpy, blood red halter barely covered her more visible assets. All in all, she was more than ready to take on a nest of vampires. She had her posse of mini-slayers with her, she'd gotten to meet and lay a lip-lock on her favorite hockey pro, all was right in her world. She felt the vibrations in her pocket at the same time she heard the faint sound of plastic rubbing against the leather.
Her girls froze. This could be it. She pulled the phone out of her pocket, looking at the number. It wasn't local, she answered it.
"Hello Faith, this Jon, Jon O'Neill. I wondered if you might like to have dinner with me?" Faith pumped her fist above her head in triumph, her girls smiled and high-fived.
"I don't know, that depends,” She paused, biting her lip. “Did you win?"
"Then I would love to have dinner with you." She smiled.
"What if we'd lost?"
"I still would have had dinner with you; I'd have just steeled myself to be sympathetic. Which as a rule, I'm not . . . Ever." The minis all grinned at that, nodding in agreement. "Where do you want to meet?"
"Nights? I already know where that is." Jon hopefully extended.
Faith shook her head, then remembered he couldn't hear that. "No, I'm across town from Nights. How about the greatest burgers and fries in Cleveland." Faith grinned as her girls laughed quietly. They were less than a mile from Nights, but they understood why the dark Slayer didn't want to take Jon back in there, or at least not yet.
"Okay, I'll meet you there. See you soon." She clicked the phone shut. She quickly looked around her, "Okay, Kari, you are the senior slayer tonight. I want a report of all actions in the morning. Do not call me for anything less than the apocalypse, no, I take that back, you can call me if anyone is seriously dead. Otherwise . . ."
The minis all nodded their agreement, while they issued raucous good wishes for her activities. She quickly made her way back to her Harley and headed for the little hole in the wall that served the best burgers in town.
She pulled the Harley up to the curb, swinging her leg over the huge cycle as a cab pulled up to deposit her date. The slayer in her cringed, while the fangirl whooped, she had a date with him. She pulled the keys out of the ignition and wandered over to meet him. His brown eyes did a brief TLA on the terrain and found it good, so he threat assessed the surroundings and find them not quite as good. It was definitely a dive, but the aromas finding their way out of the door were impressive, so he was more than willing to give it a try. He smiled as Faith stalked towards him. He decided that only she could stalk wearing those pants. He approved.
Faith reached up and gave him a quick kiss, while her hands did a little mapping of their own. Since his hands were reciprocating, he had nothing to say.
When she pulled away from him, he grabbed his gear bag and with one hand under her elbow, led her toward the door. The atmosphere at the table was both hot and steamy. The food had nothing to do with that. Jon held Faith's hand while they ate; Faith didn't really understand why her only reaction was, 'how cool is that.' They talked about hockey and the hiking he did, she didn't really see the point but was willing to listen. He told her that one day, he'd take her to the Garden of the Gods in Colorado Springs, then she'd get the point.
He fished, she figured she caught enough gross stuff without having to put bait on a hook and wait for it. He told her how he tried to rent a cabin in Minnesota every year during the off season to fish. He also told her it was about the fishing, not the actual catching of fish. She didn't get it either, but it didn't matter. Little kisses got stolen throughout the meal. Finally, they were through.
Jon looked at Faith, noticing her eyes, again. He felt good with the decision he'd just made, now if she would just cooperate, though he thought she would. "Would you like to go back to my room? We can talk some more."
Faith smiled knowingly, "Yeah, we can talk or we could just get busy. I really don't see a good reason not to do both. Do you?"
Jon grinned and decided that sex was definitely doable. He'd tried to form relationships with girls and then women his own age, but he just felt perverted. It didn't matter that he was twenty-five biologically, he was in his fifties where it counted, in his brain. This was the first woman he'd met that didn't make him feel like that, she just made him feel. "Yeah sure, youbetcha."
"Want to take a ride to get us started," Faith smiled up at him while he grinned at the double meaning of the words, "Got the Harley right outside."
"Sure I have Faith in you."