Faith blinked her eyes open, waking slowly instead of quickly. That was still something to get used to: waking up with a guard announcing that it was time to wake up or without someone screaming or cursing, waking up without dreams or being completely startled.
She stretched leisurely, indulging in the feeling of a real mattress beneath her. Faith wouldn't get too used to it - bunking down inside this place every night would get real claustrophobic after a while, and she'd had enough of being surrounded by institutional gray and green for a good long time - nope, the occassional bed was fine. But she'd stick to the outdoors.
Of course, thinking about the bed called to mind *why* she was in a bed at all, and *that* jolted her awake.
"The fuck?" Faith sat up, looking around, her question directed to the empty room. "No way. No way." It wasn't the absence of Dean that bothered her -- that was actually a relief -- it was the realization that she'd actually spent the whole night with him. NOt that it hadn't been fun -- (A helluva lot of fun) -- but that just wasn't her.
Get some, get gone. That had always been her philosophy. Right up there after "Want, Take, Have."
Spending the night?
Strangely not as freaky as she imagined it would be once she wrapped her head around it. It meant something -- she'd trusted Dean enough to stay. Hell, she trusted herself enough to stay.
Faith didn't want to think about it too hard at the moment, so she shoved the thought aside.
(Not that I'm gonna make this any kind of habit. He'd better not think this is going to be a tradition,) Faith thought as she flopped back onto her back. A tumble and a roll here and there were all well and good, but she was so completely not Little Miss Domestic and wasn't about to pretend to be. She wasn't ready to play house yet, and really she wasn't polished and shined up enough to be anyone's girlfriend.
Fuck buddy? Now that was another matter entirely.
Faith rolled over on her side and closed her eyes, deciding to focus on the fact that she didn't have to watch her back or feel afraid.
She wasn't ready to admit it, but she liked the feeling.
[Faith] Morning Thoughts ([no tag])
She stretched leisurely, indulging in the feeling of a real mattress beneath her. Faith wouldn't get too used to it - bunking down inside this place every night would get real claustrophobic after a while, and she'd had enough of being surrounded by institutional gray and green for a good long time - nope, the occassional bed was fine. But she'd stick to the outdoors.
Of course, thinking about the bed called to mind *why* she was in a bed at all, and *that* jolted her awake.
"The fuck?" Faith sat up, looking around, her question directed to the empty room. "No way. No way." It wasn't the absence of Dean that bothered her -- that was actually a relief -- it was the realization that she'd actually spent the whole night with him. NOt that it hadn't been fun -- (A helluva lot of fun) -- but that just wasn't her.
Get some, get gone. That had always been her philosophy. Right up there after "Want, Take, Have."
Spending the night?
Strangely not as freaky as she imagined it would be once she wrapped her head around it. It meant something -- she'd trusted Dean enough to stay. Hell, she trusted herself enough to stay.
Faith didn't want to think about it too hard at the moment, so she shoved the thought aside.
(Not that I'm gonna make this any kind of habit. He'd better not think this is going to be a tradition,) Faith thought as she flopped back onto her back. A tumble and a roll here and there were all well and good, but she was so completely not Little Miss Domestic and wasn't about to pretend to be. She wasn't ready to play house yet, and really she wasn't polished and shined up enough to be anyone's girlfriend.
Fuck buddy? Now that was another matter entirely.
Faith rolled over on her side and closed her eyes, deciding to focus on the fact that she didn't have to watch her back or feel afraid.
She wasn't ready to admit it, but she liked the feeling.