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Entry tags:
- btvs,
- faith,
- fanfic,
- giles,
- giles/faith
Fic: Pulse (Giles/Faith, R)
originally written for porn battle V
reposted.
The motel doesn't have those little shampoo bottles she was counting on, so she washes her hair with the green stuff that with some luck is soap, as it comes from a dispenser labelled so.
She's not so sure, judging from the smell.
She doesn't bother with the towel as she walks out of the bathroom, hips swaying in a reminiscence of old habits, but he doesn't look up from the book he's holding.
She's still jealous of that.
Eighteen books, the most important ones, all that he had time to pack before... before. Paper worn thin by caressing fingers, each loved and familiar. His hand on the spine, and the pages open before him willingly.
Faith can relate.
*
They share the bed and they share the nightmares. Sometimes after 3am he wakes up with her scream on his lips and doesn't protest when she tries to kiss it away.
He finally gave in somewhere in Kansas, in a hole of a town like any other, when she pushed him against the wall and he didn't push her away.
She would have been impressed that he lasted for four states, if she wasn't so desperate by then.
*
She bites his lip and draws blood, and he's grateful.
It washes the ash and dust he feels in his mouth.
*
He never says a word when he fucks her, something that comes as a surprise to Faith. She always imagined him to be a talker, dirty words and caring words hot against her skin, but what she gets is a quiet intensity and concentration that almost scares her.
Almost, because for most of the time it sort of turns her on, breath hot on her skin, mouth and tongue tracing her veins, as if he wanted to feel her pulse on his lips.
She doesn't talk much, either. It's not her voice he wants to hear, anyway.
*
When they do talk, when the necessity strikes, it's in short questions and answers, the quick snap snap of his dry tone and her impatient one.
"How long?"
"Two days. They'll catch up later."
"Where to next?"
"I liked Georgia."
"No you didn't."
"No. I didn't."
Silence doesn't scare them. It's when the noise is getting nearer, then they worry.
reposted.
The motel doesn't have those little shampoo bottles she was counting on, so she washes her hair with the green stuff that with some luck is soap, as it comes from a dispenser labelled so.
She's not so sure, judging from the smell.
She doesn't bother with the towel as she walks out of the bathroom, hips swaying in a reminiscence of old habits, but he doesn't look up from the book he's holding.
She's still jealous of that.
Eighteen books, the most important ones, all that he had time to pack before... before. Paper worn thin by caressing fingers, each loved and familiar. His hand on the spine, and the pages open before him willingly.
Faith can relate.
*
They share the bed and they share the nightmares. Sometimes after 3am he wakes up with her scream on his lips and doesn't protest when she tries to kiss it away.
He finally gave in somewhere in Kansas, in a hole of a town like any other, when she pushed him against the wall and he didn't push her away.
She would have been impressed that he lasted for four states, if she wasn't so desperate by then.
*
She bites his lip and draws blood, and he's grateful.
It washes the ash and dust he feels in his mouth.
*
He never says a word when he fucks her, something that comes as a surprise to Faith. She always imagined him to be a talker, dirty words and caring words hot against her skin, but what she gets is a quiet intensity and concentration that almost scares her.
Almost, because for most of the time it sort of turns her on, breath hot on her skin, mouth and tongue tracing her veins, as if he wanted to feel her pulse on his lips.
She doesn't talk much, either. It's not her voice he wants to hear, anyway.
*
When they do talk, when the necessity strikes, it's in short questions and answers, the quick snap snap of his dry tone and her impatient one.
"How long?"
"Two days. They'll catch up later."
"Where to next?"
"I liked Georgia."
"No you didn't."
"No. I didn't."
Silence doesn't scare them. It's when the noise is getting nearer, then they worry.
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Podobało mi się, i to nie tylko z uwagi na ciekawy ship, ale też dlatego, że lubię takie zawieszone w pustce fiki. Nie musimy wiedzieć za wiele, bo wiemy dość. Ten fik bardzo ciekawie wszedł do głowy Faith i był poetycki, ale nie nadmiernie, miał porn, ale nie za dużo, a to zdanie "Faith can relate" było świetne i właśnie tam, gdzie powinno być. Bardzo dużo jest niedopowiedziane, ale właśnie dlatego ciekawe.
Mam swoje własne community dla polskich fanów Buffy, Angela i Firefly - po pierwsze, zapraszam do
Pozdrawiam (powinnam już spać).
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Dzieki wielkie :) Ja najlepiej sie chyba odnajduje w 'oderwanych' fikach, gdzie nie wiadomo skad przyszli i dokad zmierzaja, takie glimpses w zawieszeniu.
W polskim fandomie dawno nie bylam (nie wiem czy kiedykolwiek, chyba od razu wtaramolilam sie do angielskiego), but will check this out :D. I bede zachwycona rekomendacja :D
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A zerknij. Byłabym uszczęśliwiona, gdybyś dołączyła, bo jest to na razie mały i niemrawy comm (członkowie to głównie moi znajomi z LJa, którym osobiście przegrywałam Buffy niemalże ;D)
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HA. HP. Sprawdzmy teorie podobienstw? Dla mnie istnieje glownie Snape. Potem moze byc reszta.
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Sara/Grissom forever?
Oczywiście, że wciskam. Zarażam Bones i Buffy głównie.
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Sara/Grissom yay, tez. Glownie to Grissom yay, a S/G to jeden z niewielu kanonicznych shipow jakie lubie.
Ja ostatnio zarazam Heroes, ale w historii mam BtVS i AtS, FFly, Dead Like Me, Doctor Who... ogolnie wciskam wszystko :D Jestem chyba najbardziej znana z propagowania Pratchetta :D
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Drugi sezon Heroes, mimo rewelacyjnego Adama, nie podobał mi się i już. No ale ja nie lubię Sylara ani Matta.
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Bylam na wakacjach w Szkocji ze znajomymi, i wzielam dysk twardy wypelniony Doktorem... co wieczor zaciagalam ich przed ekran i ogladalismy. Wrocili wszyscy kompletnie zindoktrynowani. Zbys to dzisiaj krzyczy 'Exterminate!' na wszystko co mu sie nie podoba :D.
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Kupiłam sobie na gwiazdkę polskie dvd z 1 sezonem Doctora ;)
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Bennet, Adam, Nathan... Elle. Okazjonalnie Mama Petrelli bo bywa awesome. I Mohinder, bo jest pretty, mimo ze czasami bardzo, bardzo glupiutki.
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Ale masz za to chociaż dodatki? Na polskim dvd ni ma wcale. Ale mi zależało na polskich napisach, bo to dla rodziny tyż ;)
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Chociaz, speaking of, kto nie slyszal zdubbingowanego po francusku Once More With Feeling, ten wiele traci :D
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I wierszyk o kawie. Cala edukacja w liceum sprowadza sie do wierszyka o kawie *eyeroll*
Ale 'Pierre du chemin' (Standing :D) zdubingowane bawi mnie wiecznie.
Niemieckiego niet ni w zab. Ale ja nie ufam narodowi ktory pisze wszystkie rzeczowniki duza litera.
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I loved the idea of them travelling together - such a wonderful vision, filled with so many fantastic opportunities. And the dialogue was great. And ash and dust in his mouth, omg! ♥
She doesn't talk much, either. It's not her voice he wants to hear, anyway.
Wow, that was... harsh. Cruel. And so real, too?