AUTHORS: dru as Faith & Evil Willow as
Angel (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
PREQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version : Faith-Angel
PAIRING : Angel/Faith
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of yummy goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play on
Yahoo! IM! We had *so* much fun! We've co-authored before but never live like this! We hope you enjoy the fruits of
our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: To Vicky for
cheering us on! And Caith & Pleasure Maiden for their undying love of
Faith/Angel!
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I look around and the air around me just weighs me down. The
humidity in the air literally drags me down. Shit. I turn quickly, nothing.
Nothing but trees. Think green leaves and heat. Shit. I know it was h- FUCK!
I spin around really quickly but it's gone. Fuck.
Steady... quiet... it's right... AH HA! I mentally shout as I pull my stake ou-
damn it. Another snake. Shit.
Come on, you fucking demon! I'm gonna fucking kill you
and then I'm gonna go home. Fuck, home! Maybe I *don't* want to rush. I don't
really *want* to go home.
Steady now, Faith. Pay attention. I close my eyes and try
to tune into the air. Come on. Slayer senses need a work out. I keep my eyes
closed and whip the stake out as I jump in front of its path. "HA-Angel.
What are you doing here?"
"Faith?" Not really who I expected to see.
Cordy sent me to this godforsaken place and I was trying to find the demon she
described... I forget its name, but you'd think it would be easier to track
than this.
"I could ask you the same question," I reply.
"*I'm* here to kill a demon."
"Slayin- well, actua- THERE IT IS!" I scream
and I hope he follows me cause, hey, I could always use an extra hand. And he
always did look delicious while slaying.
I jump on its back and scream as I start to punch it. It
throws me off and I hear Angel jump into the mix with a growl. Damn... I need
to get laid.
I jump back up and lunge at the thing again. I pull out
the knife. "Angel!" I shout, ready to toss him the knife. "It's
gotta be killed with this, in the heart."
This demon is uglier than in the pictures. It's all pussy
and green, horns and it smells. Gotta love my job. I look up as Faith tosses me
the knife and I bury it in the demon's heart. It shrieks and throws me off of
it.
Shit, I get thrown right into Faith, of course. We tumble
to the ground and I roll off her quickly. "Sorry, you okay?" I ask.
She nods and I turn to tackle the demon again. I've never missed the heart
before. I need more practice slaying, I guess.
This time, she helps me hold the thing down by its shoulders
and I stab it in the heart. It screams and shit, its "blood" which is
green and nasty, goes spurting everywhere. I love my job. But it's dead, at
least.
"FUCK ME!" I scream as the fucking thing
splatters goo all over me. "THIS SHIRT WAS MY FUCKING FAVORITE!"
I stand up and Angel does too. "Who knew?! A god
damned demon in the fucking jungle ride in Disneyland, huh?" I ask as I
turn to him.
"I hate Disneyland..." I growl. "It's not
right. People dressed up as mice walking around? I don't care how many years
I've lived, I'll NEVER understand you Americans."
"But at least I ... we killed it, so I can get out
of here." I say. That's a huge relief. Too many kids here, too. I don't
like kids. They're .... loud and disruptive. Kinda like Spike.
"So..." I say, "Thanks for the help, or
sorry I got in the way or... whatever." I shrug.
Wanna fuck?
I look at him quickly and am thankful I didn't *actually*
say that out loud.
I suppose that three years sharing a cell with Penny the
Pedophile taught me *something*. Think first, then speak.
I shift a little and these fucking leather pants make me
hot. In more ways than one, but I didn't think I'd be chasing a demon through
the fucking jungle! I shake off a little and look at him. "Wanna get a
drink?"
She doesn't say anything for a minute and I catch the
scent of her arousal in the air. Hell, I was already hard. Something Faith and
I have in common, fighting makes us horny. But being the gentleman I am, I'm
not going to be crude about her little... problem.
I didn't even know she was out of jail; I guess I kind of
lost track of her. I'm glad we ran into each other, though. And ...damn, she
still looks good. Black leather pants and a black tank top that has got to be
at least one size too small for her.
"Wanna get a drink?" she asks.
Well... what I really want is a fu... "Sure," I
reply with a smile. "But don't you want to shower, first?" Shit,
Angel, that sounded wrong. "I mean, uh, we can part ways and shower separately
and then meet somewhere later?" I'm so glad the undead can't blush,
because that was sooo not smooth.
God, I haven't had a good fuck since... well... since
*ever*. But I suppose jail taught me *too* things. 1) Think first, then speak.
And 2) Getting off in the shower in two minutes is perfectly justified. Of
course I'd work my tits while waiting for the shower because during an eight
minute shower, you can't sufficiently get off *and* wash.
I smile flirtatiously as I walk up to him and push my
breasts out a little. "Why, Angel! If I didn't know any better, I'd say
you just wanted me naked."
I try not to stare at her breasts but... it's really
hard. *I*'m really hard. "Huh? No. I mean. What?" I used to be better
at dealing with aggressive women, but I'm out of practice.
I shake my head and try again. "So how'd you get
here?" I ask. "I mean, do you need a ride to wherever you're staying
so you can take that shower?" She grins and I swallow hard. "And then
I'll pick you up after I shower and we can get that drink..." Shit. This
is not my night.
I move forward and press against him slightly leaning
back. I then take his hand and place it on the swell of my left breast.
"Sure you don't wanna see me naked?" I ask with a moan as he moves
his thumb a little over my hidden nipple.
Oh fuck me.
She's
so aroused it's all I can smell and I don't think it's just from the slaying.
And I'm not blind, Faith's beautiful. What's better is she doesn't know it,
either. Oh, she plays these games, but it's an insecurity thing.
And
she likes sex. Something else we have in common. And I haven't had sex in...
years.
I
miss sex.
She's
looking at me expectantly and I realize I'm still caressing her breast. But I
can't seem to stop. "Faith are you... offering?" I say with a grin. I
can play games, too. Hell, I *invented* most of *these* games.
Am I offering? I thought the whole letting him touch my
boob was offer enough, but I guess not.
I lean in a little more and trail my finger up his fly.
"What if I am?"
Shit. It takes all my willpower not to just throw her
down on the ground and let her find out the answer to that question.
But I don't because... I'm not sure why. Probably because
I'm not impulsive enough. At least that's what Cordelia has said ever since
Wesley anchored my soul two years ago and I did... well, nothing about it.
Cordelia thinks I need to get laid. "Be happier" she says.
I don't disagree with that. I really, really miss sex.
"Angel?" I ask again, but he seems
unresponsive, although from what I think I'm feeling under my fingertips, I'm
thinking he's not *too* unresponsive. I smile and imagine having him inside me.
Fuck, it's been so long.
Ever since the goddamned Council found out that I was out
of jail, they've kept me under fucking lock and key. No personal life. No
friends. No social life... I could really go for a dance or a drink... or a
fuck.
Shit, I moan softly and lean against him. I rub my hips
against his a little and OH YES... he's definitely hard. Oh fuck... I move my
hips against him a little more and shit... I'd love to feel that inside me. If
it's as big as it *feels*... I'll be one very happy Faith in the morning.
Shit, I'm so fucking horny... "What do you say,
Angel?" I ask him before licking my way to his ear. "Wanna take me
for a ride?"
Shit. Why am I brooding and thinking rather than acting?
I've *always* been attracted to Faith. She's one of the few humans I ever
understood. It's why I tried so much to help her...
Stop thinking now. Fuck now. Think later.
Hey, that sounds like a plan.
I look down at her and she's still waiting for an answer.
I can't remember what she said, but I think it was something to do with the
fact that she's really horny. "I think," I say as I squeeze her
breast a little harder, making her moan, "that I'm going to take you back
to your place so you can shower. Then I'll come back and we'll go out for
drinks. And whatever happens... happens."
I've never been much for waiting. And I'm not about to start
now, since the Council could show up at any time. So, I lick back down his jaw
and over his lips as I unzip his fly and stick my fingers inside. "Wanna
join me?"
I moan as her hand rubs my very hard cock through my
boxer shorts. But I want to do this right. Whatever *this* is... I do know the
last thing Faith *needs* is another guy to treat her like a cheap whore. I
won't add to that twisted self-image she has. So I take her wrist and pull her
hand away. She frowns and I lean down to kiss her, letting her know in my own
way that, yes, I want her.
She whimpers into my mouth and I explore hers with my
tongue. My hand's still holding her wrist, and my other arm goes around her
waist, pulling her body closer to mine. When I finally break the kiss, she's
panting for air. "Oh, we'll play, Faith," I say, with a grin.
"But we've got all night to play, so we're going to do this *my* way. So
I'll take you back--"
She pouts and I forget what I was about to say.
Think, Angel... Want to fuck. Later. Something else
first... Oh, yeah, I remember now. "I'll take you back to your place and
then be back to take you out. Okay?"
Mmm... I moan as I feel him pressed against me so
intimately. Shit... I want him. "Angel," I moan softly, "How
about *your* place?" I ask as I wrap my arms up around him and pull him to
my neck.
I lick her neck, resisting the urge to taste the sweet
slayer blood. She shivers and I grin. We're definitely going to play. Later.
I lift my head and say, "Well, that's fine with me,
if you want to go shower and then put clothes covered with demon goo back on. I
mean, if *you* don't mind going back out like that, I'm not gonna argue with
you." I smirk as she narrows her eyes at me.
Damn it, Angel. I mean, where the fuck am I supposed to
take him? Where should I have him drop me off? Fucking Council central? So he
can see them beat me into submission? So he can watch as they scold me for
being with a vampire and not killing him on sight? So he can watch them try to
freakin' brainwash me again?
Yeah, Angel, drop me off at *my* place.
"I could just wear some of *your* clothes." I
whisper. "Or, I could just wear no clothes!"
Okay, I'm pretty dense, I'll be the first to admit it.
But I finally got it. She just *really* doesn't want to go back to her place.
I'm not sure why and I'll find out later. Much later. After we've showered,
gotten drunk, fucked until dawn and then probably showered some more.
"You know, I just remembered. Cordelia probably has
some clothes at the hotel," I say with a smile. "She won't mind, I'm
sure. You're right, of course. Saves the extra trip. So come on," I say,
holding out my hand. "We'll go back to the Hyperion."
I groan. I *really* need this now. "Angel," I
whisper, pulling him closer to me. I take his hand and place it over my cunt.
"I'm dripping for you."
I moan and try to think of something other than how good
she'll feel around me. Can't do it. The only thing that stops me from ripping
off her clothes and just taking her now is the knowledge that I'll hate myself
in the morning. She deserves more than a quick fuck and then a 'so long'.
I turn her around and slam her into a nearby tree,
grinding our hips together as I devour her mouth. She moans and arches against
me. I pull my mouth away and say, "Trust me, Faith. I'm going to fuck you.
I'll make you come until it hurts. But not here, not when we get back to my
place. Later. After you've had dinner, which I'm sure you haven't had yet,
hunting this demon, and a few drinks."
"I get it; you're stubborn. But I'm more stubborn.
We'll do this my way... or not at all." I step away, even though it's the
last thing I want to do. "So? It's all up to you, Faith. My place or
yours?"
I step away and wipe the goo from my face. Fine. I know a
brush off when I get one and I don't have time for this. "Forget it."
I say and I walk away quickly muttering under my breath, "Didn't wanna
fuck you anyway."
What the hell? How'd 'I wanna fuck you later, after I
treat you like a human being' get translated in her mind to 'I don't want you?'
Which is exactly what I should be asking her.
I catch up with her and grab her by the arm, turning her
to face me. She opens her mouth to say something crude, I'm certain, but I
don't let her get a word out. "What the hell is it with you?" I wonder.
"Just because I don't want to treat you like a whore and use you for a
quick fuck and then leave, you think I don't *want* you?"
I grab her other hand and press it to my erection through
my slacks. "I want you, Faith. You *know* that because you *felt*
it." I let go of her hand. "But I'm not going to apologize for
wanting to treat you like someone who *matters*. Because you *do* matter to me,
Faith. You always have. And I regret not sticking by you the past four years to
let you know that."
I sigh as I can't tell by the look on her face whether
I'm getting through to her at all. "I would've made that up to you
tonight, Faith," I say with a smile. "I would've treated you like a
queen and worshipped your body for hours." I shrug. "But hey, if
that's not what you want, then you're right. Forget it." I turn to go.
"I don't have that kind of time," I whisper as
I head my own way.
"Faith." She stops but doesn't turn around.
"If you need my help, you gotta ask. I'm done trying to force my help down
people's throats." Still nothing. She's still as stone. "Fine, I'm
still at the Hyperion if you change your mind... about dinner, drinks, or just
a friend to talk to." Then I turn and head to the lot where my car's
parked.
Gods, I'm so fucking stupid! And I'm completely stupid
for walking away, but the Council would *kill* me for this if they ever found
out. Literally! They told me that they'd kill me if I didn't follow orders. But
fuck! Angel wanted me... *wants* me... and I'm stupid and walk away?!
I'm so fucking sick of the damn Council... I'm out for a
fucking year and they control my life and threaten me with bodily harm! If
Buffy can be free of them, why can't I? I get it, she didn't kill anyone,
but...
I turn and run towards the parking lot, hoping I'm not
too late. "ANGEL!" I scream and gasp for air as I make the clearing
and see him all the way across the parking lot in his car. Shit... I can't
breathe... I lean on a tree and he pulls the car over. "I... I don't know
where it is... the Hyperion..." And I hope I'm not too late. I hope he
opens the door. I hope that I haven't ruined my chances of... *something*.
I hope I didn't do the wrong thing. I *always* do the
wrong thing. But I can't help her if she doesn't want my help, right? That's
what Cordelia and Wes always said.
I really hope I'm picking the right time to walk away.
Because I don't want to do that. I *want* to grab her and drag her kicking and
screaming to safety... away from whatever it is she's afraid of.
I reach my car and I must have done the wrong thing.
Because she's gone and I may never see her again. Shit. People like Faith
should really come with an instruction manual. I understand her, but that
doesn't mean I know how to get through to her.
I pull out of my parking spot and start toward the exit
when I hear her. If I didn't have such good hearing, I would've missed it. I
pull the car over and scan the clearing looking for her. There she is, leaning
against a tree.
I want to run to her... but I think I was right all
along. She has to come to me. It's the only way this can work. I lean over and
open the passenger door and wait.
I've never been so relieved in my lifetime! Oh my god! I
try not to look *too* damn excited that he's still here but I don't think I
hide it well. I look around before getting in... looking for them. Sometimes,
when a mission doesn't go according to plan, they send out the troops to look
for bodies I've left in my path... sometimes I wish they'd just lock me up
instead of this... this torture.
But I don't see anyone around and no cars... it's too late for there to be anyone. I walk over, looking around once more for anyone I wouldn't want seeing Angel. No one. I get in and look over to him while closing the door. "Thanks.... I..." I put my head down and put my hands in my lap before looking around again. No one. "Thanks." I say again.
And I *will* find out what she's so afraid of. Later. Once she feels safe. "You don't have to thank me," I say, as I start the car again and drive out of the parking lot. "So... do you want to get anything from your place? Or do you want to just go back to the Hyperion now and worry about everything later?"
"Maybe... we could... just go back to the Hyperion, I
think. It's best." I say and look around again. No one that I can see is
following us, but that doesn't mean they're not there.
"So... how's things?" I ask as I look around again.
"Good," I say with a shrug. "Business is
good. Angelus is no longer a worry. So.. good." I check the rear-view
mirror and then sigh. Now she's got *me* nervous, even if I don't know why I'm
supposed to be.
"Goo- WHAT?" I ask. "What the hell did you
just say?" I guess I never really understood what the hell that meant...
Angelus.
I look around again and notice a car heading in the
opposite direction. I sink down into the seat so I'm not visible.
I notice her attempt to hide and sigh, making a right
turn. The car doesn't follow us. "You can sit up now, Faith." I say.
She does, after looking around cautiously. "And what, what?" I ask.
"Oh, Angelus? Wesley anchored my soul. No chance of losing it and killing
everyone I love. I'm pretty happy about that."
"Great." I look around again, nothing. I sigh
and try to forget about the throbbing between my legs and how much I'm gonna
pay for not calling. I pull my tank top down a little to hide the marks.
Then I look around again, shit, there's a car behind us!
My heart starts pounding! It's the same one we just passed, I think. Fuck. I
turn and sit straight and look ahead... if I just jump out of the car... my
hand starts for the handle.
I grab the arm nearest me before she can make a run for
it. "Faith, don't you trust me?" I ask.
"Yes." I say without hesitation. "It's
just the- this was a mistake."
"No, it wasn't," I reply calmly. "If you
trust me, then believe me when I say you're safe now. I'm not going to let
anybody hurt you."
"It's too late." I say. "But I don't care
if they hurt me... It's *you* I'm worried about."
"Don't be," I say. I smile as we reach the
Hyperion. I pull to a stop and the car that *was* behind us passes. "I've
got friends who'll do just about anything to help me. And now you do too."
"Shit." I say as I look around. "I... I
can't be here, Angel. I'm sorry. This was wrong, it was wrong of me...
before... to thin- it doesn't matter." I turn to flee.
She's surprised, I think, when I let go of her arm.
"I already told you, Faith. This is your decision. So leave if you think
you have to. But you're wrong. You don't *have* to be alone. You can, for once
in your life, stop trying to be so fucking brave and let someone else in."
I get out of the car and walk around it. She's still
sitting in the passenger seat. "Now you know where I live, so if you ever
change your mind, I'll be here." I turn and walk into the Hyperion.
"You don't fucking understand!" I say and he
stops and turns to me. "They'll take you away!" I say and can't stop
the tears from forming.
"You're not listening to a word I say," I reply,
trying not to sound irritated. "Wesley, Cordelia and Gunn ... and *I*
think you... won't let 'them' do anything. To either of us. You said you
trusted me, Faith. Prove it." I hold out my hand to her. "Come inside
and let me, let all of us, help."
I scream
and he jumps back in surprise. "NO! They're stronger than us, Angel! They
fuckin'- they..." And I just start crying. I'm not sure why, I just do.
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