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'm tired. I'm covered in demon goo. I want a fucking shower.
But I also won't leave her out here crying. So, I pick her up and carry her
inside. She doesn't fight me, and that's a small relief.
I
carry her inside and up the stairs. I'm grateful that Cordelia and Wesley are
in the office and don't notice us. I'll deal with them after I make sure
Faith's okay. When I reach my room, I sit her on the bed. "Faith?"
She doesn't answer. I guess she needs a few minutes to
herself.? "I'm gonna take a quick shower and I'll be back, okay?"
Still nothing.
He
carries me inside and for a moment I can actually believe that I may get out of
the Hell that is my life.
He
places me on the bed and then leaves. I sit and cry for a few minutes because I
just *have* to. Even as I do, the Council could be downstairs preparing to kill
us both. No. I have to believe that Angel was in the park for a reason tonight,
right? Reason? Things happen for a reason?
No.
Things don't happen for a reason with me. They happen because I'm bad.
I'm bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. I stop crying and stand up. I
follow the sounds of running water and walk inside just as Angel opens the
curtain.
Okay... I need that shower. Emphasis on quick, though. I
don't want her going anywhere. I walk into the bathroom and leave the door open
just in case. I jump into the shower, and gods, it feels good to get all this
demon... stuff... off of me. I open the shower curtain and see her standing
there.
Oops. I grab a towel and wrap it around my waist quickly, trying not to notice *her* noticing me. Too late. I'm hard again. "Hey," I say as I step out of the shower. "I figured you needed a few minutes. You wanna take your shower now?"
I'm bad. I nod and yank my top off while I do. I walk to
him and press my very topless self against his chest. "Yes." I say as
I lean in to kiss him.
Shit. I can't resist kissing her and I moan at the
feeling of her breasts against my bare chest. I grab her arms before she can
remove my towel though, and step away. "Take your shower," I say,
trying to keep my eyes on her face, even though I'm not *that* successful.
"I'll find you some clean clothes, okay?"
Not waiting for her answer I walk out and shut the door behind me. This is going to be a *very* long night. But I have no intention of taking advantage of her when she's so vulnerable.
Damn
it. He should like me. I'm bad. He likes bad girls, right? Damn it. I hear him
outside the door, getting dressed, and opening drawers, looking for clothes for
me. I sigh. I really *do* wanna get this goo off me. I slip out of my pants and
jump into the shower. I'm still wet... and not just from the shower. But I
guess if he's not gonna get me off, I'll have to do it myself.
I moan loudly as my hands slip between my thighs. I slam down onto my fingers and make sure to scream loud enough so he can hear. "OH FUCK, ANGEL!" I scream as I come hard a few moments later.
Fuck.
This is going to be a very, *very* long night. I wonder if the others heard
that? I hope not. I don't need to deal with their judgments; they've never
trusted Faith. *I* do, though. I have ever since she turned herself in to the
police and saved my life.
I
know, she doesn't get it. She thinks I don't want her. She must not have known
many gentlemen in her life. Not that that's what I *am* but I do *try*.
However,
she's not making that very easy on me. She's making it hard. She's making *me*
harder by the second as I think about her in there, touching herself the way
*I* want to touch her...
Fuck.
Stop thinking about it, Angel. Yeah, right. Clothes. I go into the next room
where Cordelia keeps extra clothes in case of emergencies. I hope they're the
same size. I am observant enough to know Cordelia's taller... but I finally
find something I think will work.
I return to the bathroom and knock. "Hey, here's some clothes," I say. She opens the door and I'm relieved that she's got a towel wrapped around herself this time. Even though I still want to... "Here," I hand them to her.
"Thanks."
I say as I put them on the dresser near the door. I lean over a little and make
sure he's got a good view of my boobs as I wrap a towel around my hair. Then, I
stand up and drop the towel to the floor to get dressed. I smile as he tries
not to look.
He tries looking at my face and I bring my hand to my
mouth and lick my fingers. "Tasted better in the shower." I whisper
hoarsely. "Have a smell?" I ask, placing my fingers under his nose.
I
breathe in her scent and now I really need to fuck- no. I need to distract her.
I need to distract *me*. How, though?
"Hungry?"
I ask. "How about we order in? Pizza? Chinese? Um...." She just
shrugs. Come on, Faith, help me out here. Shit. Cordy and Wes are still waiting
for me to get back from Disneyland. "Hey, you think about it and I gotta
run downstairs and talk to Cordelia and Wesley, okay? You go ahead and call
somewhere if you want while I'm gone. And don't worry about this place being
secure, Faith. Cordelia convinced me long ago to get a security system. No
one's getting in without us knowing about it."
She's looking at me funny and I realize I'm babbling.
Have to stop that. "Okay, anyway, I'll be back." I make a hasty
retreat and then try to adjust my pants a little, as they've gotten way too
tight. Smart idea wearing the leather pants, Angel. I sigh and pull the hem of
my black shirt out to hide the obvious bulge. This is going to be a very, very
*very* long night.
He
left. *Again.* I look at the clothes he picked for me. Boring comes to mind. I
consider calling home first but they'll just trace the call and if I'm going to
get reamed out for it later, I might as well make it worth it.
I
remember hearing the door open. I walk out, completely naked, save for the
towel in my hair. I go into the next room and find clothes strewn about.
Cordelia's gotta have something better than khaki's and a- BINGO!
I
never really thought I was a skirt person, but when in Rome. And it's *way*
short. Yeah, let's see how much he'll babble for this. I smile as I look in the
mirror. Looks good. The hems falls mid thigh and I hike it up more. Then, I
spot a shirt, if it can be called a shirt. Perfect.
I
pull it on and look in the mirror. I admire the way it accentuates my chest. I
run my fingers inside the shirt and over my nipples. I've always been very
pleased with my breasts.
OH
yeah, this is *so* not me. It's a sleeveless tank top with a turtleneck collar.
What I like most about it is how it has an almost teardrop shape cut out of the
front so it shows off about half of each boob, along with my navel. Yeah, this
is babble worthy. Hell, I'd check *myself* out in this shirt. Let's see what
Angel does with this. I walk back into his room and take the towel out of my
hair.
I stretch out on his bed and put a pillow behind my back so it thrusts my chest up. I pull my feet up so my knees are bent and the skirt is riding up. Then, I slip my fingers between my thighs and start lightly thrusting into my body, waiting for Angel, with a smile.
I
get Cordy and Wes to go home, after telling them Faith was here. And getting
lectured by Cordelia. I'm not sure what she thought I *did* or was going to do,
but... well, she might have been right about the 'going to do' part. I think I
finally convinced her she wasn't, though. And they left. Thank God!
I
walk them out and then reset the alarm for the security system. Nobody'll get
in here without setting off the alarm. It's so loud you can hear it a block
away. Or so I've been told by the neighbors, who live a block away.
Cordelia
and Wesley had leftover pizza that was still warm. I figure Faith might eat
some. It's worth a shot, anyway.
I
have *no* idea what to expect when I open this door. Well, that's not true. I
have a lot of ideas of what to expect. So it doesn't surprise me when I walk in
and see her lying there on my bed, touching herself. The whole room smells like
Faith. This is going to be a very, very, very, VERY long night.
I steel myself and walk inside. "Pizza?" I ask. The element of surprise. She sits up and looks at me, puzzled. I throw the box on the bed and sit next to her.
There's that hurt look again. She's trying *way* too hard to get me interested. I was interested the moment I saw her earlier. I can't resist taking the wrist of the hand that was just pleasuring herself and sucking one of the fingers into my mouth. I moan at the taste of her. I plan to taste much more later.
DAMMIT ANGEL! TOUCH ME ALREADY! How much longer does he expect me to fucking wait for him? I mean, I don't have all night! How the hell did he lose his fucking soul when he's so damned nob- oh fuck! He's sucking on my finger. Fuck, hot rush... Amazon between my thighs. "Oh god..." I whisper as he releases my hand.
Finally.
She gets it. And yes I noticed the change of clothes. "I like the
outfit," I say with a smile. I really, really, like.
"And I *do* still want you, Faith, but there's no reason to rush. We've got all night." She opens her mouth to protest and I kiss her instead. My tongue slips into her mouth and she whimpers, pressing her chest against mine. I pull away and repeat, "We've got *all* night. Now, please, eat something?" She looks at me like I'm insane. There's a part of me that agrees with her. "Humor me?" I request.
"I
wanted to eat *you*." I smile before standing up and walking to the
window.
I look out and scan the roads for possible watchers. I turn and he's staring at me questioningly. "I really shouldn't be here, Angel. I just... thanks... for earlier." I say. "For the help... and the good cry." Just then I hear my pager vibrating on the floor where I threw my pants. I grab it. It's *them*. "Shit."
"I
already told you; you don't have to thank me for doing the right thing," I
reply as I walk over to her. "And you're wrong about one thing," I
say, taking the pager out of her hand and throwing it back on the floor.
"If it feels right," I pull her into my arms and hold her tightly,
"then you *should* be here."
"I want you to stay, Faith," I add. "Please."
"No." I say and pull away. It's *his* turn to
be rejected. "It *doesn't* feel right, Angel! It can't! Now, of all times,
I know what I am." I pick up the pager. It serves as a sick reminder that
I am not to be trusted or let loose for any amount of time. "I'm sorry...
I shouldn't have thought... I should have walked away. It just felt... it
doesn't matter how I feel." I grab my pants and dirty shirt.
"What do you mean, you know what you are?" I
ask, grabbing her by the arm.
I turn away. "I can't do this."
"Like hell you can't," I say, pulling her back
to face me. "You can do anything you *want* to, Faith. The trouble is, you
don't like it when things get too hard. Well, tough. Life is hard. Especially
when you try to do the right thing. I thought you might have learned that in
jail.
"And I'm *sorry* that I abandoned you like I did,
Faith, I don't have an excuse." I add, "But it wasn't a mistake, you
running into me tonight. You could've killed that demon on your own. *I*
could've killed that demon on *my* own. But we ended up tracking the exact same
demon
"That *wasn't a fluke. I don't think the Powers
meant me just to find the demon. I think they wanted me to find you, too.
Because you obviously need my help. Now you've got two choices. You can ignore
the fact that I'm trying to help you and you can leave. Or, you can do
something that's a little more difficult, but just might work out better in the
end. Stay. Let me prove to you that I'm *not* going to disappear out of your
life again. Let me help you."
"You don't get it, Angel!" I say as I pull
myself away from him. "You'll be killed! God, they already have it in for
you for what you did to Buffy! I *can't* be helped. I'm dirty!" I pull my
shirt up so he can get an up close view of the scars. "I'm a murder,
Angel! At least I know that now! I don't have to pretend I'm anything but
bad... God, I used to lay awake at night in the cell and think about what I'd
do when I got out. And you know what I thought of?" I ask and he shakes
his head. "I thought about killing. Demons or humans. I thought about how
*good* it felt to take life."
"You wanna know what I think about now? I think
about how to make it stop! I wanna stop my life. I wanna get rid of this
goddamned leash and have it over. I wonder how good it would feel to cut
*myself*… I *did* cut myself. I *do*. And it feels good."
"You think I don't know about hurting yourself to
make the pain go away? Believe me, Faith. I know. I've tried *all* kinds of
ways to escape from my guilt over the things I've done. And you're right. It
does feel good.
"But it's temporary. You know what feels better?
Letting someone care about you because *they* see good in you."
"There *is* no good in me." I say as I walk to
the window and look out again, nothing. "It's not that I don't trust
you... I just... I just wanna feel something inside me, other than *me*."
"Faith," I walk over to her and wrap my arms
around her waist, pulling her back against me. "If there was no good in
you, you wouldn't have saved my life four years ago by turning yourself in. If
there was no good in you, you *would've* found a way to kill me, like Wolfram
and Hart hired you to. If there was no good in you, you wouldn't still be
fighting for the Council, even though they've got you believing you're
worthless."
Oh god! I bite back the tears. "Angel," I
whisper as I feel his arms tighten around my waist and for once, I can actually
believe it might not be just a fuck. "I..." I turn around and look up
at him. "I don't like them, Angel. They hurt me." I say as I start
crying and he pulls me to his chest.
"Not
anymore, they don't," I growl as I hold her closer. She cries harder and I
just hold her, stroking her hair with one hand while my other arm stays around
her waist.
She quiets finally and I say, "You're not worthless,
Faith. You don't have to go back to them, ever. Just say you'll stay and let me
help you."
"I want to." I whisper as he pulls me to the
bed. It feels safe, for once, just to *be*.
I pull her back over to the bed and we sit, me leaning up
against the headboard and her curled in between my legs. I lean down for a kiss
and she sighs into my mouth. I know what she wants, she's not the first person
to use sex to try to make the pain go away. But somehow, for me, at least, this
isn't just about a fuck anymore. It's... I don't know what it is. But maybe I
should just stop thinking and let things happen.
"Angel..." I whisper as he kisses me softly.
"They won't let me walk away."
"We'll just convince them, then," I reply.
"Stop worrying and trust me when I say everything's going to work out
fine." I want to *make* her stop worrying, for a while anyway, but I'm not
sure that's what she needs. I don't want her to think I'm just another guy who
wants her body ... well, I *am* just another guy who wants her body, but the
difference is I kinda like the rest of her too. And another difference is that
I *do* want to help her. I don't want her thinking I was just making empty
promises to get her into my bed. Whatever happens tonight, I have to be careful
not to let her feel tomorrow like she just got used again.
I
feel his arms tighten around me and I lean up and kiss his neck gently. "I
want to, Angel. I want things to be different, but the fact is, I *am* a
murderer and I can't blame them for that opinion of me because it's very
real."
"Don't
talk that way." He says.
I
sit up and look at him. "How can I not, Angel? I close my eyes and feel
the blood on my hands... see the bodies... their eyes, looking at me. I *am* a
murderer. I don't deserve to live but I don't deserve death. Death is too good
for me."
I
turn and look at him. I know he means well, but some scars are too deep. Some
scars can't be healed. Some people just deserve to be hurt and I am one of
those people.
"Angel," I whisper as I crawl on top of him and
straddle him. "I won't stay here." I say as I lean over to him.
"We both know that I can't. We both it's only for tonight, only for a
little while... long enough to forget. So," I lick his lips and gently rub
up against him. "So make me forget. I know you mean well, but I just need
to *feel* you. Please, make me forget."
"Make
you forget?" I reply. "No." She frowns but I continue before she
can say anything else. "Forgetting's dangerous. Trust me on that; I know.
If you forget, then you're likely to return to what you were."
"I
will, however," I say, pushing her to lay down on the bed and settling on
my side next to her, "try to make you understand why *I* want you. You're
strong," I pause to kiss her gently, and trail kisses down her jaw to her
neck. "Beautiful," I murmur against the skin there, before I pause
again to lick and bite over her pulse point. "Sexy," I whisper,
moving down to kiss and nip at every inch of skin exposed by the split in her
shirt.
She
moans and grabs my hair, trying to guide me over to her breast, but I resist
and grin up at her. "I told you I wanted to worship your body and I
believe I also mentioned we have all night."
She pouts and I lean up to capture that lip between my
teeth, tugging it, before settling into a deeper kiss. One hand trails down
over her chest and slips into the opening in her shirt, kneading her breast as
I explore her mouth with my tongue.
Oh.
Shit.
Fuck,
his fingers are so damned cold! I moan as he touches my heated flesh for the
first time tonight. Shit, he's kissing me and he feels so fucking good.
"Don't stop," I whimper as I arch my body into his hands.
"Please, don't stop." I whimper.
I run my hands up his arms to his shoulders to pull him
on top of me. I just want him to crush me. I'm so fucking wet already, *still*,
and I just need him inside me. I slide my hands to his belt buckle in a hurry.
I
grab her hands and pin them over her head. I'm not kidding anyone here, I know
she could throw me off her in a heartbeat. She knows I know, too. But she plays
along, even though she whimpers. "Angel, would you just *fuck* me
already?"
I
chuckle. "Sex was in the plans for tonight," I say, thrusting my hips
against hers. "But if you're patient," I add, letting go of her
wrists and sliding back down her body, "I'll make it worth it. I'll make
you come harder than you've ever come in your life, Faith."
I lift the hem of her blouse, kissing her stomach as one
of my hands trails up her thigh. I continue to push her shirt up further,
kissing the skin that I expose and my hand reaches her sex. She clutches the sheets
on either side of her body and I smirk up at her, from where I've been nibbling
at the underside of one of her breasts. "Good girl," I murmur and
watch her face as I slide two fingers into her entrance.
"OH SHIT!" I scream as I come. It's been *too*
fucking long. Shit... I turn away from him as I try to control my breathing.
That was just fucking embarrassing.
I
know she's embarrassed, but she was way too keyed up already. I expected her
first orgasm wouldn't be long in coming. "Faith," I say, waiting for
her to turn back onto her back. "Come on, Faith. Look at me." She
finally turns over and risks a glance down at me and seems to relax when she
sees I'm not laughing at her. Hell, why does she think I stopped her from
touching my cock? I would've come just as fast. "I wasn't planning on only
making you come once," I purr. I smile as her breathing and heartbeat
speeds up. "We've got all night and I'm just getting started," I add
as I slip my two fingers back inside her, slowly.
I push her shirt up over her breasts as I continue to
thrust my fingers inside her. "So beautiful," I repeat and take one
of her perfect breasts into my mouth, suckling gently. My other hand wanders to
her other breast, kneading it.
Oh
god! His mouth engulfs my nipple and starts sucking and SHIT! His fingers...
it's all too much and too little. Too little contact, too little skin. So he's
not gonna let me have him yet, but that doesn't mean I can't play. I'm not some
little rag doll.
My fingers slide up his chest and I start unbuttoning his
shirt, which he doesn't seem to mind too much. He removes his fingers from me
for a second, just long enough to get his shirt off. Then his fingers are back
inside me and his mouth is back on my chest... shit! I moan as my hands run up
his body and I rub his nipples harshly. How's that Mister? And I can't help the
sultry laugh that escapes.
I growl when her fingers tease my nipples. She laughs and
I bite down hard on her nipple with my blunt teeth, causing her to
whimper. I smirk and look up at her,
without removing my mouth from her breast. Two can play at this game. And I've
been playing the game two hundred fifty years, so I think I have a few more
tricks up my sleeve than she does. I lave her nipple with my tongue, before
kissing my way across to her other breast.
"OH FUCK, ANGEL!" I scream as he hits my
G-spot. My hips buck off the bed and I really hope I don't knock him
unconscious. "ANGEL! PLEASE, FUCK!" Oh shit! I thrash around on the
bed and just keep screaming as he rubs my inside.
"AngelAngelAngel..." I chant his name as he gets me closer to coming
again. "Oh god, pleasepleasepleaseplease..." I moan.
I hold her still on the bed with my free hand while
continue to rub her G-Spot with the fingers of my other hand. Fuck, I might
come just by watching *her* come. I pull away from her breast and purr,
"Let go, Faith. Come for me, Baby," as I seek out her clit with my
thumb and rub it hard.
I
squeak.
Which
is something I've never done before, but I just don't have a scream for this! I
just squeak and thrust my hips off the bed hard and practically throw him
across the room as I come.
Shit... I just lay there for a minute before lifting my
head to find him staring at me. "What?" I ask. "Has it been
*that* long since you've seen a girl come?" I ask and then crawl towards
him at the foot of the bed. "Or, have you just never been the cause of
it?"
"Ha,
ha, ha," I growl and then pounce, pinning her back on the bed. "I've
got ways of making you come you can't even imagine," I smirk as I devour
her mouth again. I just love the way she kisses. She doesn't just let me kiss
her, she participates and tries to control the kiss, just like she occasionally
tries to get my self-control to break so I'll fuck her into the mattress.
Something I fully plan on doing. Eventually.
I
pull away to pull her shirt up and off her, admiring her breasts again. Then I
kiss my way down her body again. I've just got to taste her.
I pull her skirt down and off, breathing in her scent.
She whimpers, even though she really doesn't have a clue yet, how hard I'm
gonna make her come this time. I trail my tongue up between her outer lips and
she gasps, clutching at the sheets again. I smirk and seek out her entrance,
pushing my tongue inside. I growl at the way she tastes and she moans, bucking
her hips up. I begin to thrust into her with my tongue, while my fingers seek
out her clit again, teasing it.
"Mwaaaaa...." I moan as I feel his cool tongue
thrusting inside me. "Angellll..." Fuck... "Oh gods..." I
grab his head and push him into me more. "Don't stop... gods... Angel...
need this, SO much... FUCK!" I can't help but pant and hold his head as I
thrash around.
It's a good thing I don't have to breathe, because
otherwise she wouldn't get to enjoy this as much. I can tell she's getting
close, and I'm so fucking hard I feel like speeding this up a little. So I
start purring, sending the vibrations straight inside her at the same moment I
twist her clit roughly.
"AANGEEEELLL!"
I shriek as I buck into his face and come, my entire body shaking from it.
Fuck...
He brings me down gently and I've had enough of this helpless shit.
He's
*not* the fucking bomb!
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