whats the frequency of the letter a in:
spoilers: for season three.
your skin crawls, thinking of how her hands possessed you. sleeping with the enemy, cheating on a soul-cursed vampire with a murderous slayer. the hellmouth clearly has a sense of humor.
 
youre dreaming of her hands, still red with his blood, caressing your naked body, when you wake with a start.  what your eyes cant see, your mind gradually fills in. first you feel the slayer instincts, sharp and pounding. then theres the fragrance that causes a lump in your throat, musk and cheap cherry lip gloss. at last, you finally can distinguish it in the darkness, her silhouette. faith is perched on your windowsill, traced in moonlight.
faith, you growl, disoriented, angry, and surprised.
hi, b, she whispers, amused and self-assured. you sense a hint of sadness in her voice, but it may be just the fugue from sleep.
youre in my room, you accuse. you use the most threatening voice you can muster when youve been awake a minute and youve all cosy in your yummy sushi pjs, but your phasing has the destructive force of a baby duckling. faith laughs, enjoying having you at a disadvantage.
im here a lot, b. like to watch you sleep. say, didnt someone else like to watch you sleep? vamp called angel, little grouchy without his soul? guess we evil types just have a thing for you lying there all unconscious and defenseless. too bad i didnt need an invite. still, i got that moment of happiness, didnt i b? faith finishes with a smirk.
 im all comfy here, you retort.
faith slides off the windowsill, moving toward you. your body tenses, preparing for the fight.
what do you want to do, b? you want to hurt me? faith purrs, resting on the end of your bed. you seemed to enjoy screwing me, b. maybe youd like to tie me up, tell me what a bad girl i am? what do you say? interested in a little s&m? faith taunts, her fingers making their way up your sheets. of course i can fight back, b. give as good you as you dish. but maybe thats what you like...
i think youve confusing the two of us, you reply with a laugh.
maybe, faith shrugs. she inches up the bed until shes so close shes practically under the sheets with you.  red lips, hot breath, her eyes fixed on you. maybe not, she whispers with a smirk.
youre enraged, heart pounding, muscles tensed, ready to pounce. youre going to take her down, show her shes wrong about you.
then she kisses you, tongue pushing in before you have a chance to pull away. for a moment youre lost in the way her lips burn against yours.
the cold air hits you before you realize shes gone, leaving only an open window as proof she was ever there.
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In that passage, there are one hundred and forty-two occurrences of the letter "a."
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