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
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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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He
stands there and I look him over. I don't think I could ever get my fill of
him. Hell, I don't blame B for being so fucking protective and secretive about
him. If *I* had a boyfriend that was incredibly hot and sensual, I wouldn't
wanna share him either.
I smile and spread my legs on the bed. He watches as I skim my fingers over my drenched hole. "I'm full of you." I say. "Wanna taste?" I offer him my fingers and spread my legs even further to offer myself up on a silver platter.
Oh....
fuck.
No.
I mean, well, it's not that I'm *not* tempted. Hell, yeah. I'm tempted. But...
shit. We'll never get out of here if I give in to *that* urge. I could eat her
out for hours...and that's something we'll have to try some time. Later.
"Shower." I repeat. "I already told you, I'm all yours later,
Faith. When we get back from the club."
"But I won't be full of us, later."
"Sure you will," I reply. "You've got me
until sundown tomorrow. Now, do we shower separately? Or together?" I ask.
She pouts and I respond with the puppy-dog face. "Shit, Faith. You're
killing me, here. Of course I want to make you come until you pass out. And I
will, if that's what you want, later. *After* we get out of this hotel for a
little while. I'm just getting cabin fever. Aren't you?"
Am
I? No.
However,
the answer may be because I'm scared. I'm such a wuss. For being a fucking
*slayer*, I'm a chicken. Though I figure the less I'm out, the less chance
there is of the Council finding and killing me. *And*... I don't belong out
there. I'm not worthy...
I
*used* to like dancing. I used to do it before I went out and killed people
that I thought were vampires. I danced before I went and tortured someone who
wanted to help me. I danced before I hurt everyone who ever gave a damn about
me.
I
don't wanna hurt Angel.
"No." I shrug. "I'm perfectly happy to be *inside* the cabin." I crawl over to the edge of the bed and stroke his cock. "Or to have the *cabin* inside me, as the case may be." I smile seductively before engulfing the head of his cock in my mouth.
Shit.
She's stubborn. Not that I mind her current interest. I think I've lost my
fucking mind, though, because I pull away. And believe me, I'm as shocked by
that as she is.
And
then a thought occurs to me. "Okay. Compromise," I say. "Come
on, we'll finish this in the shower." I hold my hand out to her and she
frowns but gives in. I lead her to the bathroom and get the water temperature
right. "After you," I say, holding back the curtain. She is still
looking at me like I've lost my fucking mind. She just doesn't know what I've
got planned.
She
steps into the shower but I follow and pull her back before she can get under
the spray. "I said we'd finish this in the shower," I smirk, before I
step in front of her and get on my knees. I urge her legs apart and she moans
as she realizes what my plan is.
I
run my tongue between her outer lips, moaning at the taste of both of us. Shit.
She whimpers and grabs my hair, pulling me closer. I continue to lick her
clean, avoiding her clit, because she's not coming yet. She whimpers and tries
to get me to lick it but I want to hear her beg. I have a feeling I'll be the
one begging later. So I'll have my fun now.
She's moaning my name continually and pulling on my hair.
Her legs are trembling and I know she's so close. I thrust my tongue into her
entrance, and she screams and grabs my shoulders to keep from collapsing.
The
spray from the water is hitting my face but I couldn't give a fuck because...
"OH SHIT, ANGEL!" I scream as he fucks me with his tongue. Shit, I
love fucking vampires. Not that I do it with many, but... his mouth is
*amazing*.
I
grab his shoulders to hold myself up and I wanna just grab his face and shove
it up my cunt. But Angel wouldn't like that because he likes it rough and he
likes to be on top. He likes control and he doesn't take to being ordered
around *too* much. I've learned to take subtle control.
But by the way he's avoiding my clit or my G-spot, I'm
guessing control has been established and I don't have any. "SHIT! ANGEL!
Please... pleaseshit... I need to come... please, Angel..." I beg him.
Part of him gets off on it, 'cause he growls. I think part of it is the vampire
conquering a slayer and part of it is just his manliness, of making a woman
beg. And part of it is just Angel. Dominant personality and all. And I have no
problem begging after two spectacular orgasms. "Shit... *please*!"
That's
all I was waiting for. I withdraw my tongue from her slick passage, but before
she can complain, I thrust three fingers inside her. She whimpers and digs her
fingernails into my shoulders as my lips close around her clit, sucking it
hard. My fingers rub her G-spot and she
screams. "FUCK ANGEL YES!"
Her
whole body shakes but instead of letting her recover, I continue to suck her
clit and move my fingers inside her. I need her pretty well satisfied, so I can
get her out of this hotel for a little while. "Oh...shit," she
whimpers. I chuckle and she gasps. So that gives me an idea. I start to hum and
that sends her into her fourth orgasm, with a moan.
I
lap at her juices, until she's recovered, and then I stand up.
"Shit." She says. I grin and wrap my arms around her waist to help
her stay on her feet. She's still trembling.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. So let's finish this
shower and then we'll go," I say. She sighs and I add, "Yes, I'm
incredibly stubborn. I know. You *did*
agree to go out, though."
We
start to shower and I can just feel the panic starting to well up inside. I
love how he washes my back and massages the shampoo into my hair. Sometimes,
times like these (when he wants something), he can be so sweet... like he just
doesn't wanna stop touching me. And I love the way his hands feel on my skin...
so cool against my hot.
I
turn the water off and he hands me a towel before I can reach for him to change
his mind. He walks out the door as I dry off. Damn it.
I get dried and wrap the towel around me. I walk out and
find him getting dressed. "Ya know, I'm starting not to feel very
good."
I
look up at her as I pull on my leather pants. I can feel it. She's afraid. And
I know why. She never goes anywhere, other than when she slays with us. She's
worried they'll find her.
I walk over to her. "Faith, don't bullshit me. I can
smell the fear on you. So talk to me. If you're worried about the Council, I
understand that. But you can't let them make you afraid to live your life. And
I'm not worried about them finding us. I'm pretty sure the Powers would send us
a message if we were in any danger of running into them."
"God, why does everything have to be about the Council?"
I ask angrily. "It's not about the fucking Council! I just don't feel like
going out! OKAY?"
"Faith, please, trust me? I would never, *ever* let
anyone hurt you. Get dressed and I promise you'll feel much better after we've
spent some time dancing and having a good time. Once you really see you don't
have to live in fear of them anymore."
"NOO!" I growl as I grab my robe. "I'm not
going dancing, okay? I don't dance."
I
frown. "Since when?" I reply. "You used to love to..." Ok.
Now I get it. I grab her hand and pull her back to face me. "You're not
*her* anymore. And you don't have to give up the things, the good things, that
you used to enjoy, to prove that.
"I'm
not going to force you, of course I wouldn't do that." I sigh. "But
*I'm* going out. I'd really, really love it if you joined me. But if you don't,
that's your choice too."
I
grab the red silk shirt and put it on. "I'll set the security alarm,
before I leave. I'll wait in the car for twenty minutes. I hope you change your
mind and come down." With that, I turn and go out of the room.
I
make it down the stairs and wonder if I chose the right thing to do. It's hard
to figure her out, and I always second-guess myself in these types of
situations. But so far, she's still here, so I guess I've done okay... I hope.
I
decided to take the car because I figured she'd feel safer in the car rather
than walking. I *am* trying to make her feel safe. I hope she knows that. I set
the security alarm, as I said I would, and then get in the car and start it.
Now I'll wait. And find out if I've fucked up everything
with one decision.
I
look out the window and see him get in the car and sit. God, why the hell can't
I just walk out there?!
I'm
the fucking slayer! I'm a killing machine. Why I let things scare me this much
is beyond my comprehension. But I *will* *not* go dancing. It's not part of me
anymore. I used to feel the music in my bones. It used to make me ready to
kill... it used to make me happy. But Angel makes me happy and I don't wanna kill
him.
I
look at my bed and I can't stand to lie on it, so I pad downstairs to get a
snack. Maybe I'll sleep on the couch... or in another room, on another floor.
Far away from any reminder of how much of a chicken I've become.
It's
almost laughable, really. All that time, I wanted to be better than B, but B
never got afraid. Even when she had to kill her lover, she wasn't afraid. Even
when she had to fight a big huge snake, she wasn't afraid.
In
what world could I have ever been better than her?
I pour myself a glass of milk and sit at the table with
it while I'm internally counting down twenty minutes.
Shit.
Eighteen minutes. It takes every bit of willpower NOT to go back in there and
tell her I changed my mind. I won't do that. I had this discussion with Wesley
and he agreed that what Faith needs are people around her that say what they
mean. You announce a decision, then you do what you said you would. She needs
that sense of stability, to know that she can trust all of us to do what we say
we are going to do.
Even
if Wes doesn't know Faith and I are sleeping together... well, I don't think he
knows... I agreed with his advice. So far, it's worked.
Nineteen minutes. Okay. I guess I'll be going to that club alone. Shit. I just hope she'll be here when I get back.
I
sip the milk really slowly because it calms the nerves. I guess it's some sort
of association thing, from what Wes' books have to say about it. I associate
milk with memories of my grandmother, which are the only positive memories I
have of my childhood. It soothes me.
I'm
startled when the phone rings. I walk over to it. It's the private line.
"Hello?" I ask.
"We're
watching you, right now." The voice announces. "And it's time you
accept your responsibility again. You can't hide. Either come back or *go*
back."
Blind waves of panic fill my body. I can't go back to jail. I can't. I run tearing through the lobby and am extremely glad to see that the car is still there, with Angel in it. I run for the car, still in my robe.
I'm surprised to see her, but I know something's wrong since she's still in her robe. I hop out of the car and head her off. She runs at me and I pull her into my arms. She's shaking and much more afraid than she was earlier. "Hey. It's okay," I say as I walk us both back into the hotel. "What happened?"
He wants to know what happened. Gods, I'm shaking. I'm so
stupid. This isn't his battle. I don't want him involved. It's just… I guess
he's the first person I run to and it's not like we're even together or
anything. He's just… here. But the Council probably likes him less than they
like me.
I try to fake a laugh and pull away. I wish I could stop
shaking. "Nothing… I just… I'm just stupid… I wasn't sure if I missed you.
I wanted to make sure you didn't leave. I'll go get dressed."
I can go with him, go to the bathroom and then disappear. I'll go to New York or Boston and get lost. "Gimme a minute." I turn to go upstairs.
I grab her arm before she can go anywhere. "Faith, I
can smell the fear on you. Something happened to scare you and I want to know
what it was."
"It's nothing, Angel. Drop it. Let me go get
dressed." I say but he doesn't relent his grip on my arm. I open the robe
and press myself against him. I can feel the leather of his pants against my
legs and his silk against my chest. "I promise I'll wear the leather
pants."
I shake my head and push her back a little, my hand still
on her arm. "I'm not dropping it. You're terrified and I can feel it. I
want to help, but I can't if you won't trust me enough to tell me what's going
on."
I
yank my arm away from him. "What? All of a sudden you care?" I have
to make this end. He can't be in danger because of me. If he won't just let me
get lost, then I'll have to leave in front of him. "Funny, the only other time
you cared was when you wanted to fuck me."
God, I wish I could stop shaking.
I step back because she couldn't have injured me more if
she'd actually hit me. "Is that what you really think?" Because if
she does, then she's misread everything I've done for the past three weeks. And
maybe that's more my fault than hers.
I
shrug. "Well, what did you expect? Once a whore always a whore." I
turn to go upstairs. "But I'd like to think I'm a little smarter. And I
don't wanna *be* a whore. Not even for you."
I
run up the stairs to grab what I can. I'll jump out the back window and be gone
before he gets up here. Then he'll be safe.
I can't see his face again.
I
hear her running around -probably packing up- but I don't follow. If she really
thinks that's what she is, my whore, then it's too late to convince her
otherwise. Although I don't know what I could've done differently.
Well,
that's not true. I shouldn't have had sex with her. But I thought she knew that
I cared about her. I tried to give out hints, but she always closed off on me,
so I'd back away. I do care about her. Like I told her earlier, she's a friend.
She's made me feel less guilty about being who I am. She makes me smile.
But
apparently all *I've* done is make her feel like a whore.
I walk into the kitchen for some blood. I pour it into a mug and sit at the table, not bothering to warm it up. I'm not going back out there, mostly because I don't want to watch her leave, if she goes out the front door. Yeah, I'm a coward. I just don't want to be reminded of one more failure.
I
don't know if I'm relieved or not when he doesn't come running up. I guess I'm
happy because I don't have to hurt him. But then, the insecure part of me,
which is every part, starts thinking maybe I really was his whore
I
finish packing some clothes to get me through until I can steal some more.
Travel lig-
I
find myself staring in the mirror. At *me*. Always running. Always trying to
stay once step ahead of the game. Fuck and run. Fight and run. Want. Take.
Have.
And
I'm not proud of this me.
I
sit back on the bed for a few minutes until I hear the phone ring. I look over
and see that it's the private line. It rings again. And again.
"Hello?"
I ask quietly.
"Don't
run. You can't. We know where you are. We know *what* you are. Turn yourself
in, or we'll take you. Alive or dead. It doesn't matter to us." I'm
silent. I can't... I don't have anything to say... "Or maybe we'll take
*him*." The voice threatens.
"I'll
be there." I whisper and he hangs up.
I have places to be.
I
grab the phone but she answers before I can say anything. And I should have
known that's what made her panic. But I don't know what to do about it. This
doesn't change the fact that she doesn't trust me.
But nobody said that my redemption would be easy. So I walk upstairs to her room. I hear her, still in there. I open the door without knocking. "Before you go, I just want to say that I'm sorry. If I made you feel like a whore, it wasn't my intention. I care about you, Faith, I think of you as a friend. But if you don't trust me, don't believe me; at least don't go back to them. I'll give you money and a ride to the airport so you can get as far away from them, and me, as you want."
"Okay." I whisper. "Let's go."
Well. At least I can try to get her to safety even if she
doesn't want to be anywhere near me. I nod. "The car's still out front.
You packed?"
"Take me back to jail."
"I won't do that," I reply. "Besides,
you've served your time, Faith. They won't just take you back because you think
you're safer there. Unless the Council makes up some charges and I won't be any
part of that. If that's the plan, you find your own ride. Otherwise, I'll give
you a ride to the airport, if you want to leave. However, if you want to
stay..." I have to at least take a chance. "If you want to stay,
we'll fight them and beat them. Take your pick."
"I
served my time? Three years is adequate for taking a life? Two? Three? I
forget, how many people did I kill?" I say bitterly before looking up at
him. "If I go back on my own, then at least they didn't win. And they
can't use you to get to me. It's the only way."
God,
I don't want it to be. But how can we wage war against them? Didn't I try?
Wasn't that how I ended up in jail to begin with?
It's
impossible.
I stand up and grab my bag. I can't look at him. If I
look, I'll stay. "I'm sorry, but it's the only way I know to keep us
safe." I say.
"Faith, I'm over two centuries old. I've outlasted generations of watchers, slayers and Watchers Councils. If you're going back, that's your decision. But don't let them make it about me. I'm quite capable of protecting myself - and you - from them. Besides the fact that at the end of the day, I work for the same side that the Council does. They may not like me on principle, but they can't destroy me. I seriously doubt they want to piss off the Powers."
I can't even think about the possibility th- No. I'm leaving. I just… I need him to know that "I never saw myself as your whore." I whisper under my breath.
"I never did either," I reply. "I still say this isn't the only way, but I'm not gonna stop you from leaving. I've told you it's your choice. I'd never force you to stay. And I meant it."
He
*does* have a point. The Powers sent me to him. Or him to me. Why would they do
that if I wasn't supposed- NO! It's no use thinking about it. The Powers are up
there. The Council is *here*.
I
turn back to him. I shouldn't have... it hurts too much. "Angel, I-"
I turn and walk out and down the stairs.
Even
as I walk downstairs, headed for either jail or captivity, I feel the ache.
Only,
it's not the itch to kill. It's the ache for *him*. Not just inside, but
*inside*. Why would the Powers punish me like this? Oh right, 'cause I killed
people. But... even Angel got Buffy. Right? Why shouldn't *I* have Angel?
Why
shouldn't Angel have me? If he wants me. What if they wanted us working
together? Slaying together? Saving people together? Being together?
I'm
the slayer. Buffy was and she walked away. She went solo. Why can't I tell them
to stuff it as well? They couldn't control *her* so they came after me? I
refuse to let that happen. Anymore.
I turn and run back upstairs. I lean in the doorway and he looks relieved to see me. "I need your help. I *want* your help."
I
sit on the bed with a sigh as she walks out. Well, that's different. Usually
I'm the one who leaves. Now I remember why I try not to let myself care about
people. No matter who leaves, someone does and it always hurts.
I
look up and she's standing there. "I need your help," she says.
"I want your help."
What? How? Why?
"I'm sick of running. I like where I am and I am
*not* weak." I say and bite back the tears that just seem to want to
spill, for no apparent reason. Maybe 'cause I need something from him that he's
not yet given. Maybe I just wasn't ready to receive it yet. I just hope it's
not too late.
I
stand up and walk over to her, pulling on her arm. She comes closer willingly,
and I hold her tightly. "You're not weak. You never were. You're one of
the strongest people I know.
"And
I'm glad you like being here, because I like having you here." I take her
chin and lift it so she looks up at me. "I care about you, Faith. Maybe I
haven't made that clear, but I'm not good with words. Although that's not an excuse,
I need you to understand that you were never, *ever* just a fuck."
I'm such a coward, for not telling her what I'm just starting to understand, that I could, possibly, love her. I try to tell myself that I'm not telling her because she might get scared and leave. But I think it's more that I'm afraid that, however she reacts, it will be because she just doesn't feel the same way about me.
"I know." I say. "I'm sorry I hurt you by
saying that I- I didn't mean it. I thought it would be easier to leave, if you
were mad at me, if you hated me."
Yeah,
I don't know *anything* about doing *that*.
"I could never hate you."
"And *I* can't walk away from you. I-" I pull
away. "Let's get going. The sooner we get it over wi-"
I'm not good with words, but I always thought maybe she'd
figure out how I felt by how I acted around her. I guess that she did; so I'll
keep going with what works. I pull her back and kiss her, softly.
Oh
god! I moan as he kisses me. *Really* kisses me. Not in a 'let's fuck' way, but
in a 'I want to kiss you just to taste you and feel your mouth' way! And I melt
into his arms and let him do just that.
He's
such a good kisser. Again, with that mouth. I love his mouth. Even more so,
now, because he's kissing me because... well, just because.
I
feel his hands slide down to cup my ass and he smiles against my mouth.
"What?" I ask as I pull away.
"You're
wearing the leather." He says and I smile.
"Well,
am I Faith or am I Faith?" I laugh and I realize it's the first time I
think I have in a long time. "Let's go finish this." I say. "I
can't do it without you." He nods and I take his hand in mine and as we
walk out of the room, I feel his hand on the small of my back. It's something
he's never done before.
I
must be doing something right.
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