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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I
get out of the car and meet her in front of the club. "Somehow, I think I
can manage that," I tease. I kiss her, softly, and swallow her moan. She
wraps her arms around my neck and I take my time exploring her mouth with my
tongue. I love the way she tastes. I could really get used to having her around
for a very long time.
And
that's why I have to be careful when -if - I ever get up the nerve to tell her
that. I can't watch her walk away again. I just might not let her go so easily,
either, if that ever happens. I shake my head a little, to clear those thoughts
away. This is about two people just having fun for once, with no Council and no
demons to get in our way.
I put my arm around her waist and we walk into the club. "So..." I have to lean in close in order for her to hear me and I make sure to brush against her ear with my lips. She shivers and I smile. "May I have this dance?"
And then the next song starts. I'm not amused. Lorne's
going to be a dead demon when I get my hands on him.
Okaaaaaaay.
This
is freaking me the fuck out.
I've
never seen them... *together* like this... in their quasi-natural habitat.
It's.... unnerving.
"Uh...
Angel?" I ask as I notice he's starting to look around as well. I catch
his eyes and I can tell this is probably one of the scariest things he's ever
seen. I know it's one of the scariest things *I've* ever seen.
And
we've seen a lot.
"Lorne has a *very* odd sense of humor." I muse
out loud. Then I realize Faith's looking at me. She said something. I was too
busy contemplating the cowboy boots, hats and ...(shudder) line dancing.
I
watch as one approaches us and then passes us to get to the door, and I jump
back a little and grab Angel's arm. "Angel!" I say, "They're
scaring me."
I
chuckle. "Okay. It's not *that* bad... is it?" I ask. I'm really
gonna kill Lorne, though. I was actually looking forward to dancing. And now
she probably wants to leave.
She looks at me like I turned into a slime demon. I sigh
and shrug. "Let's at least get a beer, okay?" Puppy-dog look in full
force now.
I
smile and step closer to him. "Sure," I press myself against him and
slide down and back up his body, "But I'm *not* promising I'll be
good." I whisper into his ear as I grab and squeeze his cock. All in good
fun, of course. And partly to drive him wild.
Hmmm.
I
guess I never realized... as I think back to the past three weeks, *I'm* the
one that started all this. *I'm* the one that always comes onto him *way* too
strong and teases him until it's all he can do to control himself. *I'm* the
one that started this entire fucking and not talking thing that we have.
I
guess I'll have to think about that.
But
I'll have a beer with him. I mean, he pulled out the puppy-dog look and
everything. And... in a way... it's sort of... nice. Different. And we *did*
say new memories. And this certainly qualifies.
Of course, that doesn't mean I won't make him squirm a
little.
I
groan and grab her hand. "You keep that up, and we might end up doing
something to frighten *them*," I nod over at the people on the dance
floor.
We
walk over to the bar and I order two beers. The bartender gets them for us and
I pay him. We're getting strange looks from just about everyone, but I think
we're give them back too. *WE* look weird??? Uh-uh. I don't think so.
I notice a table over in the corner and I point to it.
"Well, wanna brave the crowd of natives and go sit down?" I ask.
He's
leaning back against the bar, with one elbow on it, looking sexy as ever. He
once told me that I was a very sensual person. I guess that's true... I mean...
you never really *think* you're sensual or sexy... But when I'm with him, I
feel like a sexy goddess. Like he's watching my body's every move.
And
it makes me feel even more like one, when he looks at me like he's looking at
me right now. Like he wants to devour me. All of me.
I
smile coyly and stand in front of him. I lean over him and rub my hips against
his and shrug. "If that's what you want."
Then I spin around and rub my ass against his hard cock.
Our leather pants create a little friction and we both moan. He grabs the beers
and wraps his arms over my shoulders. His lips graze my neck and I shudder as I
lead the way over to the table.
I
nibble at her throat as we walk over to the table I found. I chose a dark
corner for a reason. There aren't many people around at the moment, which
helps.
We
sit down and I pull her chair closer as I lean in for another kiss. One hand at
the base of her skull and the other one trails down her chest, to squeeze a
breast through her dark purple blouse.
She moans and arches against my hand as I pinch her nipple to hardness. Not one to just sit back and let me have all the fun, she moves one of her hands down my chest to rub my cock through my pants. I growl and nip my way down to her throat.
She
whimpers as my hand leaves her breast and wanders down to the waistband of her
pants. "Angel..." she moans softly. I turn my head to look around.
Nobody's really paying any attention. Good. It's another one of those
line-dances, and they really seem to enjoy them. Fine. More fun for us if we're
not being watched.
Plus,
the table kind of obscures the view. Although... maybe it's the demon in me,
but I kind of like that someone *could* notice what I'm doing. And Faith's not
asking me to stop, either, so... Vampire speed has its benefits. I have her
pants unbuttoned, and my hand cupping her sex before she knows what's
happening. She's already so wet... as if I hadn't smelled her arousal since she
gave me that blowjob earlier.
Oh.
Shit.
She
gasps and I kiss her again as I run a finger between her outer lips. I'm not
worried about anyone hearing her, as she moans, the music is so fucking loud.
And do they *not* play any slow dance songs here? Because I'd still dance if
they did.
But I just like to kiss her. I feel like it's really the only time she lets me know how she feels. Because when we have sex, it's great, but it's not making love. Not the way I define the phrase. Although I wouldn't mind showing her my idea of what it is... if she wants to know.
I slip a finger inside her and she whimpers. She slides forward in her chair a little and leans back against the seat back to give me better access. I break the kiss look at her as I slide my finger even deeper. "Want me to stop? I mean, this *is* a public place, and all..." I smirk.
I
smile and squeeze his finger with my muscles. "Do you think I'd have a
problem with public places?" I whisper.
He
growls and I laugh. I love when he growls, particularly when he's got his
tongue inside me. So I pull him to my mouth and am relieved when he enters my
mouth and growls a little more.
I laugh as I slide my hand down over his. I slide my own finger inside myself along with his.
I
end the kiss because I just have to make sure I felt what I thought. Shit. Ok.
So she doesn't mind public places. She never ceases to amaze me, and lately
always in a good way.
I
push another finger inside her and begin to stroke her slowly from the inside.
She joins the rhythm of my thrusts with her own finger and somehow manages to
keep from crying out. But she can't help whimpering a little.
I'm
so hard already but I don't want to come yet. Preferably not until I'm inside
her again. But she may have other ideas... I'm sure I'll find out eventually.
But for now, I've got her distracted, and she's moved her hand away from me, to
grab the arm of her chair.
I love watching her facial reactions just before she comes. It's one of the few times when she doesn't have the walls up between us. I brush my thumb over her clit and she bites her lip and she grips the arm of the chair tighter. I slide the hand that was behind her head down to knead one of her breasts as I lean in to kiss her again. I continue to rub her clit with my thumb and I can tell from her reactions that she's getting close.
Her
tongue intertwines with mine and I let her explore my mouth for a while as I
continue to stroke her with my fingers. I rub her G-spot and swallow her
whimpers. I could torture her a little longer, but I'm feeling generous,
considering the amazing blowjob she gave me earlier.
So I let her catch her breath for a moment, as I continue to stroke her, adding another finger to her passage. She moans and arches against me as I pinch her nipple roughly. I lean in and kiss her again, as I move my other hand down her body. I twist her clit and muffle her scream as she climaxes. I continue to thrust my fingers inside her, slowly, working her down from her orgasm.
I pull back finally and withdraw my fingers from her, licking them clean. "So. Now what should we do?" I ask with a grin as she fastens her pants again.
I watch him lick his fingers clean of me and I'm ashamed
to say that I get wet, again, just by watching the motions. He just… turns me
on. Just him. I could live my life with only him and be perfectly hap-
Crazy talk. I don't doubt that one day, we'll part. It's
the way it inevitably has to be. Not because I'm the slayer and he's a vampire.
But because I'm Faith and I lo- Oh god!
I refocus on him quick and just try to smile. "I can think of a few things… but they all involve you being chained to the bed."
I chuckle and shrug. "I'll keep my end of the
deal," I reply. "But I was hoping we could dance a little... if you
want to risk it. Maybe they'll play a slow song soon?"
I
look out to the crowd and see them all dancing, perfectly content, laughing and
having a great time. I shrug. "Doesn't look like it." I look around
some more and they're really having a great time crawling on the floor.
Something about a watermelon crawl... whatever that is.
But they look *really* hap- I turn to him with an evil
smirk on my face. "How much do you love m--" Shit. "I mean, how
much do you--" I just look away for a couple seconds. "Let's go out
and try it." I say as I turn back quickly to him.
I
think my heart stopped. Oh. Never mind, it did that about two hundred fifty
years ago.
But
did she...? Does she...? Does she think I ...?
Okay,
Angel. If you can't put a sentence together in your mind, you've got no chance
of keeping coherent out loud.
"Huh?" And I just proved my own point there.
"Dance." I say as I stand up. "Let's go
out and..." I look back to the crowd. "Do the Watermelon Crawl."
I offer him my hand.
I
glance over at the people. (Shudder.) I've actually *never* been exposed to
*this* kind of dancing. I've seen some really strange things, but I think this
about wins the strangeness award.
And
besides, when I said dance, I was thinking slow-dancing. I can't screw *that*
up too badly. But this... this is just 'Angel-humiliation' material here. I
look back at her to argue, beg, or plead my way out of this.
"Okay." Okay???? How did 'No way in Hell' end up as 'Okay'? Well, I suppose it has something to do with how sexy she looks and the fact that I'd do just about anything to make her happy. And... well, they do look like they're having fun. So I take her hand and stand up. Here goes me looking like an idiot.
OH.
Fuck.
That didn't exactly work out the way I wanted. I was kinda hoping he'd be so scared, that he'd voluntarily be led to the stocks. Damn it. New plan. "Or... we *could*," I push him back on the chair and slide into his lap and grind again him, "Stay here and I could suck you off again." I look hopefully into his eyes.
I grin. Oh. She thought she'd scare me out of it?
"Later," I reply. I stand, sliding her off my lap. I turn her to face
the other patrons. "We're gonna dance," I insist. "So we'll
probably make complete fools of ourselves in the process... but hey, we'll have
something to laugh about years from now."
"Years from now?" I wonder and I didn't just
say that out loud, did I? I hope not.
I pretend I didn't hear the question, because it's not a
discussion to have at a Country/Western dance club. "After you, Faith. Find a piece of dance floor," I say,
taking her hand again.
Good.
I didn't say it out loud. 'Cause I really don't need to know how much he
doesn't really want me around years from now. He's just using a saying! It's
something you say when you have a story that you're gonna remember years from
now. See? You say years from now. Not like he said that we'd be laughing
*together*. Just that we'd be laughing. I'm sure we've laughed separately in
the past. And will in the future.
Good. No. I'm not
at all psycho.
"Okay." I think that perhaps the back of the room, but then think better of it and lead him to the very middle of it. "We can do this, Angel." I tell him matter-of-factly. "I mean, we *do* have supernatural powers. And even Clark had to dance with Lois. Right?"
I laugh. "Sure..." I wish I felt more confident
about this. "Um... what exactly are we doing?" I look around but I'm
just lost. I'm not that coordinated. Fighting, I can handle. Dancing... well,
Cordelia used to beg me *not* to dance when she, Gunn and Wes would drag me out
with them.
"Well," I look around. Come on, Faith. I've got
rhythm. Right? I used to have guys panting after me when I danced. "It
appears that we're dipping down, spinning around and doe-see-doe-ing. Rock back
on our heels, drop down to our knees. Crawl across the floor and jump back on
our feet." I'm pleased that I've learned at least a few of the lyrics.
"Can't be too hard, right?"
He just stares at me as I start learning. I mirror what
the rest are doing and make sure that when I drop down to the floor, my hand
touches his cock on my way down. And I make sure to wiggle my ass as I crawl.
Okaaaay. Well.... I like the view, but there's no way I
can do *that*. "I'm not that coordinated."
She just gives me a 'YOU wanted to do this' look. So I
sigh. And try to follow what she just did. I do manage not to fall on my ass in
the process, but I feel ... silly. Well, considering how everyone else looks, I
suppose we all feel rather silly.
We
both manage to go through a couple cycles of the dance without killing
ourselves or looking like asses. Although I do like when I end up following
*his* a couple times as we crawl. I even take the extra step to fall on top of
him once and just hold on as *he* crawls.
I
kind of like this closeness. Doing something *besides* fucking. And I *did*
*not* just think that Angel was right.
But...
I laugh as we finally give up and land in a heap on the sidelines. But it seems
as though we stuck it out because the song ends and people go back to their
tables and drinks.
I
look over at him and we're both laughing. I realize that I haven't really
thought about attempting to have sex with him for a few minutes. And it's
nice... to not have that pressure.
Hmmm... "So?" I ask. "What you had in
mind?"
"Not as humiliating as I thought it would be,"
I reply. "It was... fun... wasn't it?"
And for some reason, I just start laughing hysterically.
I start clutching my sides and I feel like I haven't laughed. Ever. He looks at
me questioningly and I just smile. "You..." I laugh more.
"You... didn't... see... yourself!"
"Very funny," I growl, as we stand up. However,
I can't help chuckling a little. I know I looked like an idiot. But if it made
her laugh, it was worth it.
He doesn't really look as amused as I am so I try and be
serious. "Well, this wasn't really *as* humiliating as tonight's gonna be
for you." I wink at him and he smiles.
I'm really tempted to just take her home. She has no idea
how much I'm looking forward to being chained up by her. Another little hint
that should've told me how I really feel. But I really want to dance, and I'm
not talking about the Watermelon Crawl. "But we haven't slow-danced
yet," I pout.
I'm nervous. I mean, yes, we've had sex. Really
incredible sex. But I've never slow-danced with anyone before. It seems
impossible, but I haven't. I always thought it was too sappy and perhaps a bit
too personal. You invade the other person's space and all the songs are about
how much you love someone. It was too… fake. For me, anyway.
But with Angel? Slow-dancing with Angel? It's like a
dream come true. And don't *I* sound like a dork?
"One dance." I say softly.
Just
one? Not if I have anything to say about it. But it's a start. "Okay. Now
all we need is a song that we can dance to."
Ah, finally, a little luck. A slow song. "So? Can I have this dance?" I ask with a smile.
He
extends his hand and I take it a little bit hesitantly. 'Cause I recognize the
song. My mother was a big country fan and she used to sing me to sleep. Before
Dad left.
After Dad left, she stopped listening to music altogether.
We
walk out onto the dance floor and I pull her close. I like holding her, but in
the past she hasn't let me hold her except after sex. That's why I was looking
forward to dancing with her - it's an excuse to hold her without wondering if
she thinks I've just been using her.
She puts her arms around my neck as I wrap my arms around her waist as we start to dance. I'm not big on Country music, but the song is okay. It's easy to dance to.
I
feel his arms around my waist as the soft ballad takes me away to memories I
haven't remembered in ages.
I
put my arms around his neck but I soon find that I've moved them down under his
arms and am just hugging him as I bury my face into his chest. I close my eyes
tight and can almost hear my mother singing the words to me.
I'll
always remember the song they were playin' the first time we danced. And I knew
as we swayed to the music and held to each other, I fell in love with you.
I
remember, as the chorus picks up, that I used to wish I could have this. That I
could just fall in love while dancing. But as I started dancing, I realized it
wasn't so. Things like that don't happen to girls like me.
But
I haven't thought of this song in a while and hearing the chorus pick up, I
remember my mother looking into the mirror as she held me. It was like she was
singing to me...
Could
I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of
my life?
She
moves her arms around my waist and rests her head against my chest after a few
seconds. This is nice, just spending time together. I'm glad I talked Faith
into it. I listen to the words and they're a little too appropriate.
At
least for me. I know I could get used to having Faith around on a permanent
basis. But I know her, and that's why I've never really thought about *what*
we're doing. Because I'm afraid if she feels like things are getting too
serious, she'll be gone the next day.
So I don't really know if I'll ever bring up our situation. Maybe it's better to just leave things the way they are. I mean, if we're both happy, then it's okay... right?
He
holds me tight and I inhale his scent from his shirt. Truly masculine and Angel.
With a little of my come mixed in.
God,
if my mother even knew? Or cared? What would she say? I wish I could say she
would care, but if she's even still aliv-
No.
I'd rather close my eyes and listen the song and remember her when she loved me
and I loved her. Before Dad left. Before I started whoring myself off to the
highest bidder. I was a whore for evil.
I
close my eyes tighter and realize that for the first time in what seems like an
eternity, I'm crying.
It's
like... Angel's all I need.
I'll
always remember that magic moment, when I held you close to me. As we moved
together, I knew forever you're all I'll ever need.
I
guess it doesn't matter that we'll be over soon. I'll always have this night,
when things were just perfect.
The
night I found myself.
In
Angel.
Could I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night? When we're together it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of my life?
I can tell she's crying. She doesn't show emotion a lot.
Hell, she practically never does. I want her to feel safe with me, though, not
embarrassed to show her feelings. So instead of pushing her to talk to me, I
just hold her a little tighter. She'll tell me what's bothering her when or if
she's ready.
God...
he's perfect.
He
just holds me tighter, as if he knows that I don't wanna talk about this. I
don't wanna talk about how I actually *cry*. How I'm not this rock hard person.
How at night, in jail, I'd cry myself to sleep for no reason, other than to feel
the tears on my face.
It's
like, even when I'm psychotic; he knows exactly what I need.
He
knew that I need him to be strict and make *me* make decisions about what I'm
going to do with my life. He knew that I wanted him to hold me after we have
sex. And he knew for just how long.
Could
I have this dance for the rest of my life? Would you be my partner every night?
When we're together it feels so right. Could I have this dance for the rest of
my life?
He's
just... Angel.
As
the song ends, I don't wanna leave his arms. I just want him to keep holding
me. And the thought occurs to me that I-
And that's when he releases me. I guess he doesn't know
me that much after all.
I let go of her as the song starts, even though I didn't
really want to. Another song starts up and I take a chance that she might
change her mind about that 'one song' decision. "One more?" I ask.
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