She wasn’t entirely shocked by that after sending him the picture but also wasn’t expecting that level of directness. She pulled off her clothes i... record time and tossed them on the couch to her left. Naked in Mike’s living room, she stood silently at attention while he just stared at her, looking over her body.“Shit, you really did write that on yourself. What did you use?” he asked. His tone had lost a bit of its nasty edge.“Sha-Sharpie,” Emma stammered.“You know that permanent marker. “Hi baby,” he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my shoulder. “Productive night?” He’s stopped asking whether it was a long night long ago. Sometimes, for me, nights are never long enough. “Yes,” I mumbled back, and continued to enjoy his hands on my body. He lowered his head to kiss my neck. One hand continued to rub my shoulder from behind while the other roamed lower, across my breasts, over my hardened nipples, and down my belly. I moaned when he found me already wet and waiting. His talented. It isn't long that Faith is alone in the hallway though, as along comes another person Faith would've rather avoided if at all possible, which it appears not. This one is slightly less hostile towards her though. “Faith...” Faith makes a less than enthused attempt to smile. “Hey... B...” Buffy notices the less than perfect way Faith's clothes are hanging off her and gets suspicious. “What happened?” Faith looks at Buffy with her own curious and unhappy look. “What makes you think that. ″‶General if it's all the same to you I ain't lost nothing out there in the world. I would rather spend it with my men because they are my friends, and probably the only ones I will ever be able to call such. Other than them I have always been a loner and went out of my way to never get close to anyone in the world. My family are always glad to see me, but to them it's like it's a chore when I come home on leave. I am welcomed but they are always happier to see me leave again. No Sir, I think I.