I sit on the edge of the bed in the skanky motel room that is currently home to the even skankier slayer. My subconscious comes up with a list of very compelling reasons why I should leave.

Ten reasons I should not be in a hotel room with Faith.

"I wanna fuck."

Reason 1. Her extreme overuse of the adjective fuck.

This is all Xanders fault…Oh yeah…

Reason 2. My `boyfriend' Xander Harris.

If it wasn't for that cretin I wouldn't be in this situation. We had one of our trademark fights that ended with me slamming the car door and storming away, it was my car, which shows you how annoying he was being. Anyway on my way home to sulk and wait for Xander to call and grovel I got attacked by this vamp who though fishnets were still fashionable. I always said vamps were freaks. I'm well into the screaming and running away thing when the vamp is jumped from behind by of all people. Faith. Why couldn't Buffy rescue me, or Angel, or for gods' sake even Willow. No it had to be slutty spice. With the vamp dusted Faith grins…No leers it was definitely more of a leer. She picked me up, dusted me off. Paying more attention to some places than others and suggests we go to her motel cos it's closer. Why I agreed will probably haunt me till my dying day. And Faith is telling me about this fight she had with spike. …"And the stupid British idiot actually thought I'd let him bite me. Like shit. Here's a tip C, never swap bodily fluids with a guy who uses more hair products than you do. Oh but his girlfriend she's a major bad hottie, I'd swap bodily fluids with her any day of the week." Which brings me quickly to reasons 3 and 4.

Reason 3. She just admitted to lusting after a vampire.

Reason 4. It was Drusilla.

So here I am in Faiths sleazy motel room, with a load of really good reasons to leave, yet I'm still here. Faith moves across the room I follow her swaying hips with my eyes and can't help observing that she moves like some sort of deadly wildcat. Crossing the room she removes a bottle of Jack Daniels from a cupboard and takes a swig. Even from across the room the smell of the whisky is enough to almost make me gag.

Reason 5. She drinks like a fish.

Faiths eyes roam my body from Prada heels to perfect hair. She moves stealthily across the room to kneel in front of me hands running slowly up and down my thighs. "I wanna fuck." She repeats. "I wanna fuck you Cordelia." My mind is struggling to come up with more reasons to leave.

Reason 6. Bad things happen to people who do slayers, remember the whole Angel/Angelus hell thing.

Reason 7. I Cordelia Chase do not screw girls.

Looking into Faiths deep, impossibly dark eyes and her blood red pout which are the finishing touches to her sexy as hell body a little voice at the back of my mind wonders if one little exception could hurt so much. Faiths hand moves up from my thigh, across my abdomen, and under my top to cup a breast she unhooks my bra expertly.

Reason 8. She's a slut.

Who cares where she learned how to do that, she's good at it.

Reason 9. Her other hand is between my legs.

Is that a reason to stay or to go? Damnit I'm losing track.

Cordelia never got a round to adding a number 10 to the list all her very good reasons to leave were out weighed by one simple fact. She didn't want to.