Chance Encounters

Version : Faith-Angel

-Part 1-

 

AUTHORS: dru as Faith & Evil Willow as Angel (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)

SERIES: Chance Encounters

SEQUEL TO: Chance Encounters Version Angel-Faith

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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"Cordy? Nothing yet?" I turn and ask.

 

"Angel. If I *have* a vision, trust me. You'll KNOW." Cordelia replies with a glare. Oops. Yeah. I guess I would. And it's not that I wish that pain on her, I'm just... bored. Two nights and we haven't had any demons to slay.

 

Faith's on edge tonight, too. We both really need a good slay. Or a good... NO. Think about the job, Angel. Just because you have a really sexy woman living with you, who's pretty much willing to ...NO.

 

When did I get like this? I didn't used to fixate on sex this often. I guess it's one of the dangers of having my soul anchored. Now I remember how much I enjoy having sex. And I can do it anytime.

 

Shit. I really need to slay something tonight.

 

Or ... NO.

 

Faith is going to start thinking I'm using her and that's not what I'm doing. I really like Faith. She's not as closed off as she used to be, and I think we're starting to connect, on more than just a physical level. I wonder if she thinks that too?

 

I suppose it would help if we did things together other than slay and fuck... Hey. There's a thought. "You know what, Guys?" Faith, Cordy and Wes look over at me. "Let's just call it a night, huh? I mean, it's not like Cordy can't call us all if she has a vision. And I really can't handle another night of just *waiting*. I need to get out. Do something. I'm sure you have more fascinating things to do than watch me pace the floor, too."

 

Wesley shrugs. "I suppose that's a reasonable suggestion," he agrees. "Cordelia?"

 

"Fine. Whatever," she shrugs and gathers up her purse. "I'll call you two if I get any messages from the Powers."

 

"Good." I try not to act too happy about it. I mean, I'm supposed to be trying to atone... but maybe having a little relaxing fun wouldn't be all that bad. I try not to act like I'm being pushy as I insist on walking them outside to their cars. No, I'm not trying to get rid of you two. Not at all.

 

 

I'm all too glad he kicked their asses out 'cause I've been eyeing *his* ass for quite some time.

 

And it's yummy.

 

*And* my skin itches. I need to slay.

 

I used to notice that... before I was in jail. If I went too long without a good slay, I would wanna itch my skin right off my body. I would find myself running my fingers up a pencil wishing it were a stake with a vampire nearby.

 

I got over it in jail, after the first six months... I stopped aching for the kill. I would itch my arms at night and hit the walls when no one was looking, just to work off the energy. I worked out a lot in my spare time. During my outside times, I'd just run around the pen as fast as I could and kick the ground.

 

One time I sat on the ground and just punched it for an hour until my hands were raw.

 

That was before the calm.

 

And all of it was before Angel. And I try not to think about back then so much.

 

I can't help but stand up when he goes to walk them out. I head up to my room. He knows to come up. He usually does, after they leave. At least, for the past three weeks, he has. And I *have* to stretch out first. Maybe I'll have at it with the punching bag a little too, 'cause he'll probably talk with them for a while and tidy up first.

 

 

When I get back in, she's gone. But I know she's in her room. It's where she goes. And it occurs to me now, that she's been here less than a month and we already have this all worked out. She goes upstairs, I follow after a little while, and we have sex. Really incredible sex.

 

And it's not that I don't like the plan. It's a good plan. It works. I'm happy. She's happy. But I'm thinking tonight I'd like something a little different. Still with the result being the really incredible sex, of course.

 

I walk upstairs to her room and knock.

 

 

I glance over at the clock... he's early. Usually, I'm showered and nude before he knocks.

 

Guess we'll have to settle for something unusual.

 

"Come in." I say as I stand behind the door.

 

He opens it, "Faith," he starts but I slam the door and hit from behind in the back of the knees playfully, knocking him off balance and to the ground. I push him down all the way and he rolls over in an effort to get up and come after me. But I'm too quick and I jump on top of him.

 

"You're early." I say as my hands start working his belt. "But it'll do."

 

 

Okay. That was... different. I grab her hands though. "Wait." She gives me a look and I add, "Faith, you're edgy, I'm edgy. Two nights and no slaying will do that. Now, I'm all for your plan here..." I admit. I mean, she can feel how ready I am.

 

"But I was thinking, how about we do something different tonight? Like maybe... go out? Dancing or ...whatever?" And I'm not sure why I feel nervous, about this. Like she's going to say no? I mean, even if she does, it's not like it's a rejection. Since we've kind of gone around the dating thing and gotten right to the sex. But still. I wouldn't mind doing something a little more... normal for once.

 

 

I take one of his hands and place it between my heaving breasts. "Why go out?" I grind against his hard cock so he can feel my heat. "When we can just stay in?"

 

 

Oh.... fuck. And she's got a point, I consider, as I move my hand to knead her breast. She moans and arches against me. I jump up, lifting us both. I wrap my arms around her waist and say, "Don't get me wrong, Faith. I want you. You know I do. But I think it would be fun to do something different. More like a ... you know... um." I look away. "A couple?"

 

I really hope she doesn't laugh at that. Because we've never even come close to discussing what, exactly, we are. Other than friends, but...

 

 

A couple?

 

I didn't realize we *were* a couple.

 

A couple?!

 

I mean, what constitutes a couple? Him and B were a couple 'cause they swooned over each other and made out in her bedroom and sent each other to Hell and everything. That was coupledom. Although there were a few inmates that were coupled, and they didn't make out too much that I saw.

 

But a couple?

 

Me and Angel?

 

As a couple?

 

We just fuck.

 

I don't do relationship stuff. I'm not 'couple' material. I'm not down with the cuddling shit an- although I *do* like it when he holds me after we fuck... but I'm not a 'couple' kinda girl.

 

No, I like things just the way they are. Simple. Fuck. Hold. Sleep. We wake up in the morning, do our own thing and fuck, hold, sleep and wake up again. Simple. But if it's too boring for him... I mean, whatever.

 

I slip out of his arms. "If you don't want to, just say so." I whisper as I go back to hitting my punching bag.

 

 

What?

 

Huh?

 

And.... pretty much stuck on what, here.

 

"Oookay..." I walk over to her but let her stay with hitting the punching bag. Better it than me. "Um... I need a little help here, Faith. Just because I wanna take you out, that means I don't want you? Because I'm pretty sure I said I *did*."

 

She ignores me and I continue. "I just wanted to take you out dancing first. You know, treat you like a person, rather than just a fuck. Or maybe you'd prefer it that way? I'm not gonna pretend that's what you are. At the very least, I thought we were friends. Was I wrong?"

 

 

Shit. I'm such a fucking moron. I put down my hands. "Sorry." I whisper quietly. I'm so stupid... I hate that my first instinct is to run. Fight or flight. And unless it's something to kill, I run. I guess I never realized how defensive I was until I was in jail. But again, not going there.

 

It's just... I guess a part of me will always have that 'I'll leave first so I don't get left' thing going on.

 

"We *are* friends." I whisper.

 

 

Gods, she would give me a headache most days, if vampires could get headaches. I'm starting to understand why she's so defensive though. If she acts like she doesn't care, people can't hurt her. I've tried that tactic. It leaves you lonely. And I don't know about her, but I'm tired of being lonely.

 

I sigh and step closer, putting my arms around her waist. "You don't have to apologize," I say as she leans back against me. "I'm not always the easiest person to understand either. But I'm glad we're friends."

 

We stand there for a minute before I ask. "So... Lorne told me the other day about a new club a couple blocks away. We could go dancing, have a few drinks. Then come back here and work off the rest of our energy. So, what do you say, Faith?"

 

 

I'm *so* glad he understands my crazy.

 

I lean back into him as he tightens his grip on me and I start to think about how those hands set me on fire. Bad Faith. He asked a question, although now I'm thinking about those hands. I push my ass back against his cock and rub it a little. And now I'm thinking about that.

 

He's such a distraction.

 

He spins me around in his arms, "What do you say?" He asks.

 

"What was the question?"

 

 

I chuckle. The girl has a one-track mind. And usually I do too, but at the moment... "There's a club a couple blocks away. I would like to take you out dancing, Faith. Please?" And I punctuate that question with my very best 'puppy-dog look'.

 

 

Oh shit. I'm done for.

 

I hate when he pulls out the puppy-dog. I can never win against the puppy-dog. If he didn't have those chocolate eyes... it would be easy, but... I had a puppy with those color eyes...

 

I pull away from him, 'cause if I'm gonna keep my pants on (and his), I can't be around him... if we actually are going to leave. "Angellll..." I whine. "We can stay here. I'll strip for you... a private dance... a lap dance..." I say as I move my hips enticingly.

 

 

I try not to grin as I realize I've almost won this round. "Faith, I'll take you up on that offer some other time," I reply. "Please humor me tonight, though. Let me take you out, it'll be fun. Please?" Puppy-dog look again. "I'll owe you." I'll let her use her imagination on just how I'll repay her.

 

 

"You know, Angel," I say as I press myself against him. "If you want to see my ass in leather, dancing, all you have to do is ask." I whisper into his ear before biting him playfully. "I'll do *anything* in leather," I pull away a little and lick his mouth, "Even you."

 

 

I chuckle. "Okay. You got me. That was part of the motivation," I shrug, pulling her closer. "Because you do look sexy as hell in leather. But, the other part of the motivation really is that I just want to go out. It doesn't hurt that I'll have your company."

 

 

"*I* look sexy as Hell in *anything*!" I say quickly. "Or nothing." I whisper as I rip my shirt off.

 

 

I think for a minute, before I try one last time. "Tell you what. If you go out with me, then when we get back, I'm all yours. And you take that any way you want to."

 

 

"No... I'll take *you* any way I want." I say huskily in his ear. Okay, that sounded *way* more seductive in my head, but...

 

 

I smile. "Well, that too," I shrug. "After we go out dancing." One last attempt with the Puppy-dog look. And trying not to notice that she's shirtless. But that's really hard to do.

 

 

I manage to push him backwards towards the bed as he ponders the question. He sits on the edge and I run my fingers around my nipples before scraping them with my nails. I then pull his mouth to them in an effort to feed them to him. One by one.

 

"Are you *actually* going to dance?" I ask him. I mean, let's face it, he's not Rhythm Nation.

 

I manage to push him backwards towards the bed as he ponders the question. He sits on the edge and I run my fingers around my nipples before scraping them with my nails. I then pull him mouth to them in an effort to feed them to him. One by one.

 

 

I know she asked me a question, but I can't resist. I take one of her breasts into my mouth and suckle it, making her whimper and pull me closer. I love the way she tastes. And she's almost succeeding in distracting me.

 

Almost.

 

Darla tended to have a one-track mind, too. So I've developed a little bit of a stubborn-streak. When I want something, I don't let up easily. I pull away and she looks at me in shock.

 

"With you, I'll dance," I reply to her earlier question. "I was thinking more about slow-dancing, though. That I can manage with minimum humiliation, I'm sure."

 

She sighs at me; I know she's getting aggravated. Hell, she's not the only one who's horny. I stand and pull her closer, kissing her for the first time tonight. We both moan into the kiss as I explore her mouth with my tongue.

 

When I pull away, I whisper in her ear, "Say yes and I'll let you use the shackles, when we get back..." She loves when I let her chain me to the bed. She likes the power. Of course, since I'm a little bit of a control freak myself, we don't do it often. But hell, if she gives in to my need for something normal now, I'll let her do whatever she wants to me later.

 

 

Oh fuck.

 

I glide my fingers down his chest to cup his cock through his pants. "Say no, and I'll let *you* use the shackles."

 

He just smirks and throws another puppy-dog look. Damn it.

 

"Fine." I mumble before pushing him roughly onto the bed. I jump on top of him. "But... since we both have to change anyway... how about a quickie? To take off the edge. I'll make it quick. You don't even have to move."

 

 

I grin. "No, I have the feeling I'll be doing a lot of not moving later, when I'm chained to the bed." I flip us over so I'm on top. "But I suppose I can agree to a quick fuck." Am I kidding? That's every male's dream!

 

I'm just lucky to find someone who likes to have sex as much as I do. I move off the bed and stand, stripping quickly. Faith grins and pushes her jeans off. I'm ready. I was ready when she jumped me. I could tell she was ready then, too.

 

I crawl back onto the bed and lower my body to hers. I kiss her and she moans as I rub my cock against her, feeling how wet she is already. I knew, but, shit, I didn't think she was *that* ready. Well... she did say a quickie, right?

 

I growl and thrust into her, all the way. She screams my name and digs her nails into my back. "Fuck," I whimper as she squeezes my cock. She keeps that up, this *is* going to be a quickie.

 

 

OH shit. I moan as he thrusts inside, hard, just like I like it. He knows what I like. He knows what turns me on. Basically, *him* in a room... but... he knows I like it hard and fast. One time, he attacked me in the shower when I didn't even know he was home.

 

"FUCK!" I scream and he leans down and kisses me a little, but it really isn't necessary. We usually don't kiss, not even when we're not having sex. We pretty much just sit and hang out. We don't kiss. I guess it's a little too personal.

 

"Shit, Angel... harder." I moan and he complies. Shit, I'm so close... I just want... I reach up and pull his mouth to my neck.

 

It's not like he doesn't drink me every time we fuck, or damn near every time. I guess it's an added bonus for him. So was last week when I was bleeding. Fun three days, he wouldn't let me leave the bed. That's when he bought the shackles.

 

"Please..." I beg him.

 

 

Shit. I love having sex with a slayer. This slayer, in particular, because she's so willing to try *anything* once. And I do mean anything. I'm pounding into her and she whimpers and meets my thrusts as she pulls me to her neck. "Please." she says.

 

There was a time when I really tried to keep from drinking my partner's blood during sex. Not anymore, and not with Faith. It's very clear that she gets off on it almost as much as I do. So she doesn't need to ask me twice.

 

 

I growl and slip into gameface as I increase the speed of my thrusts inside her. I move one hand down between our bodies to where we're joined. Then I sink my fangs into her throat at the same moment that I twist her clit.

 

 

"ANGEEEL!" I shriek as he tears into me. "OHFUCKME!" I feel him spasming and jerking inside me as I come in a quivering, shaking heap of Faith. Shit, I feel him pumping me full of his come as he drinks his fill of me. And if there's anything more erotic than this, I don't think I'll ever be able to find it.

 

Shit... I quickly flip us over because we usually don't do this just *once*. Even a quick fuck for us involves at least 2 orgasms, sometimes 3, depending on if I feel like sucking his cock, or if he feels like eating me out.

 

I start riding him and he seems pretty happy to have me doing so. He squeezes my nipples in his fingers and I moan as I feel our come leaking down my thigh. We may have to get those third orgasms in the shower... unless... He likes smelling us on me. I know he gets off on it.

 

Gods, if only the Council knew that! What they would do! So far, we've been lucky avoiding them. I don't think they even realized Angel was still around when they brought me here.

 

He pinches my nipples to get my attention and it worked. I snarl at him as I kick it into overdrive and start thrashing around on him.

 

 

Oh fuck yeah. I knew she wouldn't *really* just be okay with one orgasm before we left. That's okay; we've got all night. Although I'm thinking we'll move this to the shower next. In the attempt to get out for a little while.

 

She's slamming herself down on me and I growl as she scratches her nails down my chest. I move my hand down her body but she slaps it away. She grins at me before she moves her own fingers to her clit. I just groan and watch her. She knows I love watching her touch herself. She laughs seductively but gasps as I start to knead her breasts harder.

 

"Come on," I moan. "Come for me, Faith." She whimpers and pinches her clit. "Angeeeel," she moans as her body shakes from her climax. Her muscles squeezing me is enough to make me come with a shout.

 

She collapses on top of me and I roll us over onto our sides as I let her catch her breath. "Wow," I mumble. She giggles and nods. Yeah, every time, I think, is absolutely incredible. Until the next time, when I realize, it just keeps getting better.

 

I withdraw from her body and she whimpers and grabs for me. But I stand up before she can catch me. "Shower?" I suggest. "I dunno, maybe we should shower separately, though...?" I stand there, completely willing to let her talk me out of that plan. We'll still get out of here to go dancing, either way. But we *do* have all night. So a little fun in the shower won't hurt.

 

 

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