Drabbles: AtS S5 - Salvage
Jan. 30th, 2012 06:32 pmTitle: Junior
A/N: 100 words written for the First Impression(s) prompt at![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
open_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage.
Connor is barely grown-up. Stupid puppy, more anger and libido than anything else. Faith knows the attitude, recognizes the snarl on his heavy mouth and the way he crowds close. He wants to throw himself against the baddest son of a bitch he can find. Faith recognizes the flavor of that rage. Connor wants to burn out.
He's waiting for her to knock him down. He wants to grapple, his hands on her body. She could bloody his nose and break his ribs, and he'd get right back up and beg her to hurt him just a little bit more.
Title: Slayer/Faith
A/N: 100 words written for the First Impression(s) prompt atopen_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage. Inspired by some stupid, throw-away reference to the smell of menstrual blood.
Faith is a warrior, and Connnor's cock goes hard the moment she crosses the threshold.
"Listen up, junior. When I need a blood hound, I'll call you."
Connor's sulking, red mouth curls into a smirk, and he wonders if she realizes that he can smell the spicy-metallic, bitter-pungent scent of marigold and iron pooling between her thighs.
When Faith gets in his face, Connor stiffens. All he wants to do is beat the shit out of her, and fuck her. He itches with need. Connor isn't sure that he'd win in a fight, but he wants to try her anyway.
A/N: 100 words written for the First Impression(s) prompt at
open_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage.Connor is barely grown-up. Stupid puppy, more anger and libido than anything else. Faith knows the attitude, recognizes the snarl on his heavy mouth and the way he crowds close. He wants to throw himself against the baddest son of a bitch he can find. Faith recognizes the flavor of that rage. Connor wants to burn out.
He's waiting for her to knock him down. He wants to grapple, his hands on her body. She could bloody his nose and break his ribs, and he'd get right back up and beg her to hurt him just a little bit more.
Title: Slayer/Faith
A/N: 100 words written for the First Impression(s) prompt at
open_on_sunday. Spoiled for AtS: Salvage. Inspired by some stupid, throw-away reference to the smell of menstrual blood.Faith is a warrior, and Connnor's cock goes hard the moment she crosses the threshold.
"Listen up, junior. When I need a blood hound, I'll call you."
Connor's sulking, red mouth curls into a smirk, and he wonders if she realizes that he can smell the spicy-metallic, bitter-pungent scent of marigold and iron pooling between her thighs.
When Faith gets in his face, Connor stiffens. All he wants to do is beat the shit out of her, and fuck her. He itches with need. Connor isn't sure that he'd win in a fight, but he wants to try her anyway.
