Chloe had landed on her back on the floor. She wasn't sure how that had happened, but at least she wasn't hurt. All of her memories had come flooding back. She remembered their first foursome now. And the weeks on the island previous to that and, well, everything. Including Clark and her deep but hopeless infatuation with him.
She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and focus on the present. She was only mildly surprised to see the mass of dark hair dancing at the corners of her vision. Now that she was awake, she became aware of the differences in her body. Her limbs were longer, as was her torso. And she felt...light.
Plus, of course, she saw herself lying in bed propped up on her elbows staring back at her. (Oh my god,) Chloe thought, (I'm Faith! Or I'm in her body or...something.) She felt the hot spurt of adrenaline through her whole body, and an equally intense need to act.
Chloe pushed herself up to a sitting position--or that was her intent. She found herself catapulted to her feet. She staggered, surprised by the sudden change on position. "Wow," Chloe breathed, impressed. She'd known that Faith was amazingly strong, but she hadn't really thought about the implications.
(Silly of me,) Chloe thought. Clark was vastly stronger than Faith even, but he had such perfect control that you'd never know it if you hadn't seen him truly exert himself. But then, he'd had many years of practice to learn that control. And so had Faith. Chloe...hadn't.
"Careful with my body," Faith said with Chloe's mouth. She didn't sound quite right, but Chloe had heard herself on recordings often enough to recognize it.
"And," Chloe added, "agile." She realized she felt incredibly aware of her balance, of exactly how her limbs were arranged. "I feel like I could do a blackflip," she added.
So she did. She had never done one in her life, but it was as easy as walking. It felt really odd to be so conscious of her position even as she spun through the air. She was never the least bit disoriented and she stuck the landing like an Olympic gymnast. Faith's body was incredibly strong and flexible.
But it wasn't her own. Faith's senses were at least as sharp as hers, probably sharper--but she didn't have to constantly resist the lure of losing herself in the sensations the way she did since her rejuvenation. Or had, in her own body.
With her memories lost to her, it had seemed perfectly normal to be so sensually focused. With her memories newly restored, the difference was phenomenal. Chloe looked at Faith, wondering how she'd react to it.
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[Chloe] I'm The Slayer Now, Baby!
Date: 2007-05-23 06:38 am (UTC)She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and focus on the present. She was only mildly surprised to see the mass of dark hair dancing at the corners of her vision. Now that she was awake, she became aware of the differences in her body. Her limbs were longer, as was her torso. And she felt...light.
Plus, of course, she saw herself lying in bed propped up on her elbows staring back at her. (Oh my god,) Chloe thought, (I'm Faith! Or I'm in her body or...something.) She felt the hot spurt of adrenaline through her whole body, and an equally intense need to act.
Chloe pushed herself up to a sitting position--or that was her intent. She found herself catapulted to her feet. She staggered, surprised by the sudden change on position. "Wow," Chloe breathed, impressed. She'd known that Faith was amazingly strong, but she hadn't really thought about the implications.
(Silly of me,) Chloe thought. Clark was vastly stronger than Faith even, but he had such perfect control that you'd never know it if you hadn't seen him truly exert himself. But then, he'd had many years of practice to learn that control. And so had Faith. Chloe...hadn't.
"Careful with my body," Faith said with Chloe's mouth. She didn't sound quite right, but Chloe had heard herself on recordings often enough to recognize it.
"Wow," Chloe said. "You're really strong, aren't you? I mean, I'm really strong."
"Yes--" Faith said.
"And," Chloe added, "agile." She realized she felt incredibly aware of her balance, of exactly how her limbs were arranged. "I feel like I could do a blackflip," she added.
So she did. She had never done one in her life, but it was as easy as walking. It felt really odd to be so conscious of her position even as she spun through the air. She was never the least bit disoriented and she stuck the landing like an Olympic gymnast. Faith's body was incredibly strong and flexible.
But it wasn't her own. Faith's senses were at least as sharp as hers, probably sharper--but she didn't have to constantly resist the lure of losing herself in the sensations the way she did since her rejuvenation. Or had, in her own body.
With her memories lost to her, it had seemed perfectly normal to be so sensually focused. With her memories newly restored, the difference was phenomenal. Chloe looked at Faith, wondering how she'd react to it.