Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters found or alluded to within. Faith is owned by Joss Whedon and everyone else belongs to Laurell K. Hamilton (anyone else thing the two of them should team up and create a new series/movie? just sayin...)
Author's Note: This is my first time writing in the Anitaverse. I love every part of Anitaverse and also the Merry Gentry-verse and I've always shied away from writing them for some reason, so please be gentle. The premise of this ficlet is obvious when you read it and the guy in question, well I think it's kinda obvious who it is, but I'd be interested to find out what you all think, so let me know in your review! If this goes well, I may continue working in this verse once my two big projects that I'm currently working on are finished. Thanks for reading and reviews are like candy!
Animators Inc. looked like a typical corporate office from the outside. Even the waiting room was… generic. If she didn’t know where she was, Faith might wonder what kind of insurance was sold in this building.
She wasn’t normally the jealous type. “Get some and get gone” had been her motto for a long time, so who was she to judge? This time was different though.
He was hot as hell, of course, a pretty face with a body to match, but this time around she liked what was under the surface as well. She’d found a creative mind, smart, but still fun. She’d found discipline and determination and unflinching loyalty to those he considered his people. She’d found a tightly controlled man who still retained the ability to cut loose and have a good time when he chose. His mouth tended to run away with itself, much like her own and he had the same ability she did to always push things just one step too far.
The fact that he was stronger than her, dangerous in the wrong situation, should have deterred her, she supposed. Then again, playing with fire was sort of right up her alley. She loved that he could hurt her if he wanted to. She loved that he’d play that game with her, walk that fine line between pleasure and pain and tiptoe over it when the occasion was right. She was starting to think she just plain loved him and that meant she had to take care of some business.
Anita Blake was a busy woman, in the office and out of it. Faith had waited three days for this appointment and she now waited some more, mostly patient in the waiting room, only tapping her fingers on her thigh a little, more of habit that anything else. She didn’t want to be here, didn’t like the weakness she was about to show, but there were some things a Slayer just had to do.
Anita watched Faith Lehane walk into her office, taking stock of the slender brunette. She carried herself with confidence, as always, long legs encased in tight black leather and full breasts held snugly by a barely there black tank top. If Anita hadn’t known better, she’d have wondered if Jean Claude had been playing dress up again, but Faith had dressed this way since the first day she’d showed up in St. Louis and announced that she was here to join Jean Claude’s people. The fact that she was a Slayer had made eyebrows raise, but she’d proven herself more than once and Anita wanted very much to be able to trust her. That she was visiting alone in the middle of the day meant whatever issue she wanted to talk about probably didn’t have anything to do with vampire politics.
“Faith, how are you?” Anita said, going for a friendly approach. She held out her hand and Faith shook it, a firm, steady grip that made Anita think better of her. Most women didn’t know how to shake hands, not really.
“Five by five,” Faith said, with a ghost of a smile as she released Anita’s hand. Anita gestured to the chair on the other side of her desk and Faith pulled it out, perching on the edge of the seat and leaning forward, elbows on her knees. Her posture looked nervous, like she was about to bolt, but her face and eyes said otherwise. Faith Lehane didn’t run away.
“So what brings you in?” Anita asked, taking a drink of her coffee. She hadn’t bothered offering Faith a cup, the Slayer wasn’t big on it. She only drank coffee when she was pulling an all nighter.
“Needed a word with you, just us girls. Figured this was the best place to do that,” Faith said and Anita blinked. Phrases like “just us girls” didn’t usually come out of Faith’s mouth.
“Okay, sh- I mean, go ahead,” she corrected herself, remembering that Faith was usually packing a weapon somewhere on her body. Telling an armed person to shoot was an unhealthy habit.
“I need you to take him out of the feeding rotation,” Faith said, bluntly and Anita paused before she replied.
“Faith, you know that he’s bound to Jean Claude-“ she began, but the Slayer was shaking her head.
“Not Jean Claude’s feeding. Yours,” Faith clarified, her voice just a little softer and Anita understood.
“You want me not to feed the arduer from him,” Anita said and Faith nodded, once.
“If there’s an emergency, I can’t promise-“
“I know that,” Faith interrupted. “If there’s an emergency, a big bad and the choice is sex with him or anyone’s life, then go for it, but otherwise… Just try. Please,” she added and Anita had an idea what it cost her to say it, to be here at all, having this conversation.
“Do you love him?” Anita asked bluntly.
“Would I be here if I didn’t?” Faith countered and Anita nodded.
“I’ll do what I can to keep him out of the line of fire,” Anita promised and Faith nodded again, getting to her feet.
“I’ll see you around, Anita,” she said and Anita smiled at her. Faith’s response was more smirk than smile but it was very Faith and very real. She left the office, a coil of tightly wound violent energy in a long legged, curvy package and Anita thought, not for the first time, that maybe they could actually be friends.
~*~So, what do you think?