Owner	Pose
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane is as always, in and out of the club, trying to gather more info about the stolen grimoire, while at the same time trying to make some extra cash by pilfering vampires before killing them..Of course sometimes the two converged and. that often left Faith a bit beaten up when she gets in too deep.. Such is the case today as she slips into Thomas' luxury shower, enjoying a relaxing wash as she tries to get the blood out of her wounds after a run in with a cult of vamps looking to get their grimoire back... And apparently she likes to sing in the shower...Loudly. Or maybe she's just drunk. Again.
Thomas Raith	Or it could be both. Not that he'd ever say it but Faith's shower singing is a great indication of just how sober the Slayer actually is. The more alcohol in her system the more "on key" she tends to be. The White Courtier slips into the bathroom like he owns the place, because he does, and smirks just a bit. "Let me guess, I should see the other guy?" he asks mildly amused, and making no effort to hide the fact he is admiring his lover's naked form, wounds and all.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane yawns and stretches, stepping out of the shower and smirks, striking a bold pose for Thomas and taking her time to slip into her robe. "Hey lover, did you miss me?" she looks slightly bruised, but she can take quite a lot of punishment. "Sooo what's new with you? Just wait til I tell you who I met.." she smirks, leaning over to kiss him briefly on the lips, "Maybe we can talk more somewhere less humid Hmm?"
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Have we ever been alone in a room for more then thirty minutes that things didn't get steamy anyway?" He asks in a playful voice though he does step back, offering Faith one of the towels from the heated towel rack for her hair. "And I am sure your news is more interesting then mine, my sister's had me working on some family issues so I've been too far out of the loop."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane laughs, stepping into the kitchen as she pats herself down with the towel, wrapping the other around her head before tying the bathrobe on. "Ooh, you know I like steamy.." she grins and winks, grabbing a beer and then settling on the sofa, "Geez, that sounds boring.." she shrugs, taking a long chug, "Was Lookin' for some more info on the dark grimoire, bumped into Superman...At Mac's..But I'm smart enough not to pick a fight with that big lug, even if it was weird to see him I a place like Macs." she chuckles, leaning back as she gets comfy, "But I did follow a lead on some cultists who turned out to be vamps looking for that grimoire. Didn't get too much info out of them before I wasted them, other than that grimoire is kinda cursed.."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs, "It can be at times. You'd be amazed how much running a family of monsters can start to resemble any other business." He gets a beer of his own and pops the top off of it, even as the corner of his left eye twitches slightly. A small tell, likely there was more to visiting Lara then the man would care to admit. He settles on the sofa, gesturing for her to join him, either so he can rub her shoulders or feet. "Strange book of dark magic is cursed. There is a shock." He says in a playful tone.
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane smirks, noting that slight twitch, arching a brow as she sprawls lazily on the sofa, resting her head against his chest so he can reach her shoulders, "Well Damn, I'd I didn't know better, I'd say there's more to your family reunion than you're lettin ' on, am I right?" she laughs, taking another chug of beer, "So spill, that is, if you want more of this.." she wriggles her brows playfully at him, loosing the tie of her bath robe a little, teasingly so.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith mms a bit and begins rubbing her shoulders, letting those magic fingers as well as just a small dose of his Hunger work her muscles as he shrugs. "Remember two or so years ago, I asked you to meet me in a hotel because I needed your help getting rid of a dead witch? I asked you then not to ask too many questions and you didn't. Well this is sort of in the same vein. Something I literally could not talk about if I wanted to. At least not as messy this time."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane sighs contentedly, relaxing against him as he works her arching muscles, "Mmm, a little more to the right, that's perfect.." Her smile slips just a bit at that thought, somehow bothered by it. "Another secret you're keeping from your lover huh? Not sure if I should be offended or impressed.." Afterall, she probably has many secrets of her own still. "Soo...How's dear old sis? Dint tell me you get nothing out of family reunions, I mean I'd kill to have a family.." she may have said too much that shows she has a more sensitive side to her, but too late now.
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smiles slightly, "When I tell you that giving you more information would be... counterproductive, please believe me. I've already told you more then anyone else in the world, including Harry. And besides you've got your own wars to fight. If things ever get to the point I need you, I will call." He kisses her shoulder softly. When she asks about Lara he sighs, "Complicated, as usual. The woman couldn't be straight with someone if she was following a ruler." He shakes his head lightly, "Believe me, the Raiths are as far from a shining example of family as you could ask for."
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane shrugs, "Sure, I mean it's whatever...Just know I have my secrets too.." she smirks, an almost wicked smirk, leaning her head back to chug the rest of the beer can down before tossing it expertly into the bin in the kitchen which has been strategically left open.. "I-mean it's not like she's trying to kill you at least?" she shrugs and laughs, at what who knows?
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith shrugs a bit. "I think my living would have to become very inconveniant for her before she'd actually kill me. My father? He'd kill me without a second's thought." He sips his own beer and leans down kissing her shoulder, smirking just a bit. "My shampoo smells good on you, you know that?" He asks in a playful tone, and lets enough hunger into his fingertip to provide a bit of a 'Zing' as he traces it along her collar bone. "So your cultists are dusted, no leads on the Grimore?"
Faith Lehane	Faith Lehane utters little rumble of pleasure as he pours some of that hunger on her. "Mmm, are you looking panning something dirty, Tommy?" she smirks, letting the bathrobe slip off completely from one of her shoulders. As for slayer business she just shrugs, "There will be others, it's a popular book, if you can overcome its willpower, apparently...But, right now I ain't interested in talking shop..I'd like to relax some more.."
Thomas Raith	Thomas Raith smirks playfully letting his fingertips drift to where the woman's robe and towel are not covering her. "And if you want to relax even more..." He says kissing her shoulder, "Then don't.." he kisses her neck lightly, adding even more Hunger to the affectionate gesture, "...Call me.." His next kiss to her lips, playful and teasing. "Tommy." he says with a smirk before scooping her up into his arms.