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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"Faith,
look at me," I request, grabbing her arm. She tries to shake me off, but
when she can't, she gives up and turns back again. I wait until she finds the
nerve to look into my eyes. "You don't have to say anything or do anything
that makes you uncomfortable. All I'm asking is that you trust me and let me
love you. Everything else will fall into place, eventually. I promise you.
"It's
not going to be easy all the time, but as long as you remember how I feel, I
believe everything will work out. And I think you *can* do this. You wouldn't
have stuck around this long if you didn't want ... I'm not even really sure
what it is about us being together that made you want to stay. But whatever it
is, all that's changed now is that you know for certain how I feel about you.
And I know that's a little frightening, but you're not the only one who's
afraid. I almost didn't have the nerve to tell you how I felt because I was
afraid you'd walk away from me. But I was more afraid that you'd leave if I
didn't tell you; because you would think I didn't care.
"I know this might be a new situation for you. It's not something that *I've* been too successful with. But I'm willing to try to make it work this time. And all I'm asking, is that you just give this a chance. Give *us* a chance. Please don't leave before we've even started."
And
isn't this what I've always wanted? A man begging me to stay. Professing his
undying devotion and love to me?
But
I've had it before. It was lies. All lies.
And
I can't stop my mind from going there when I can't face the truth. I can't turn
around and tell him I love him, even though, now, more than ever, I'm most
certain I do. I can't turn around and tell him that because I've never even
*heard* it before, let alone *said* it. The words are foreign to me. Might as
well be Russian. And doesn't he deserve someone who can speak the words? Whose
first instinct isn't to run away from him? Who isn't a world-class whore?
Isn't
that what Rick always said? For four years, that's what I was. His whore. I
even have his scar to prove it. The night he carved it into my skin. My upper
left thigh. I know Angel's seen it. He's never asked why my leg says that I'm a
whore. I'm sure he's wanted to... but it's not a story that he can fix. And
sometimes, I think I'm a soul he can't save.
But
I guess, somewhere in the middle of trying to save me and save himself... he
fell in love.
And I... in one form or another... have always loved him.
Evil love. Puppy love. Friendship love. But never this... this scary love.
Somehow, nothing I say is penetrating those defenses she's put up. So again, acting on a hunch, I speak. "Faith, I told you before that one of the reasons I liked having you in my life was because you accepted who I am, demon and man. So if you can accept the unlikable parts of me, why can't you think I could do the same? Even though I don't think there *are* any unlikable parts of you, Faith. But I'm speaking to whatever part of you doesn't believe that, because of what you've been told for so many years."
"It's not about Rick." I say as I turn. And
he's a little shocked, I think. I've never spoken his name. "It's not
about him or what he did to me. It's about *me*. I don't know how to... love. I
don't have the words. I don't know what to do or not to do. I don't... I...
all's I know is that if I walk out of this room right now, I'll die."
Most
of the time, it's easy to forget just how vulnerable she really is. She's
become an expert at putting up this tough shell around herself. But it's times
like these that I wonder if that ...thing, who doesn't deserve to be called a
man is still alive, and if he is, how long I could torture him before he died.
I
know, that's kind of funny coming from a vampire who raped, tortured and killed
for the hell of it for many years. But it just goes to show you that I'm really
the one who doesn't deserve *her*.
I walk closer to her and say, "But it *is* about him, Faith. Because *he* made you believe you don't know how to love. And I know you *do.* Because it's that feeling that scares you so badly you've tried to run away at least a hundred times, and the same feeling that has kept you here. There's no wrong thing to say or do, as long as you listen to your heart... and not *his* voice inside your head."
"It's not *him*." I insist. "It's all of
them. It's me and the choices I made. It's how no one knows me or cared enough
to learn. God, even the Mayor... *he* knew me the best. But I was his whore as
much as I was Rick's. And I don't know how to change that."
"You already have," I reply. "Remember
what I said earlier? Who we were, those people are still a part of us. But the
way we prove we've changed is when we choose not to fall back into the same old
patterns." I put a hand under her chin again. "I think, though, that
what you've always been doing is looking for someone who would love you. That
doesn't make you a whore. It just means you were lonely and searching for
something you couldn't find. Something I'm standing here asking you to let me
give you."
"I can't make promises. I can't make the ones you deserve. I can't even tell you that I-" I shake it off. "All I can do is... *try*." And I close my eyes and silently pray that for now, he sees in my eyes and hears in my voice how much I do love him, even though I can't understand it myself. Silently pray that for now, it's enough.
"All I ask is that you try," I say with a sigh
of relief. I don't need to hear she loves me. The fact that she's going to
stay... even for a little while... that tells me she just might. And I can take
that for now. I lean in for another soft kiss and when I pull away, I say,
"Okay. Remember how I told you earlier there was something else I wanted,
but I'd tell you after we talked about some things?" She nods. "Do
you want to know?"
"Yes." I whisper, as I enjoy the taste of him
lingering on my lips.
I smile and caress her cheek gently. "I would like
to make love with you, Faith... if that's something you want, that is."
Oh
god... I- I look into his eyes and feel his hand on my cheek. And it feels nice
for a change. To feel that tender, 'I love you' touch.
I've
never made love with anyone. I've fucked and had sex but making love? Suddenly,
I'm really nervous. But not a scared nervous (well, maybe a little) but more of
a can't-wait nervous. I want Angel to be the first man I make love with. I want
him to be the first man who enters me in love. I guess I've always known.
And I'll learn the rest as I go. I take a step forward and place my hands on his hips to pull him closer to me before I kiss him soundly. "I'd like that very much." I whisper.
She
said yes? Why ... how... when... Okay, Angel, stop the babbling thoughts
already.
No
babbling out loud, either. Because I'm supposed to be the stoic guy... however,
I really need to do something other than stand here and stare at her. I can't
think of anything to say, so I don't bother with words. I lean down and kiss
her again, putting my hands at her hips and we move back toward the bed.
Her
hands roam over my chest lightly as we walk. When she pinches my nipples, I
moan into her mouth. When her legs hit the bed, she pulls away and sits down.
As she moves back onto the bed, I crawl up after her. She lies on her back and
I settle on my side next to her.
She runs a hand over my chest again and I purr. I lean in to nip at her throat with my blunt teeth. She whimpers and runs her other hand through my hair. My hand slips up under her shirt and I'm not surprised to find she's not wearing a bra. I cup her breast and she moans my name, arching up against me.
I'm
so nervous, I'm shaking. And it's not like we've never done this before... been
on the verge of being naked. It's not like we've never had sex before, because
I've done things with Angel that I never would have done before. In the past
three weeks, I've been chained to the bed and I've chained to the bed. I've
been eaten out and fucked more times than should be allowed in a lifetime. I've
given him more blowjobs than I can count and I've taken him into my body in
more positions than I ever thought possible. But this... this is different. And
I'm trembling.
As
my legs hit the bed, I slide myself back and he comes to rest at my side. I run
my hands over his chest and pinch his nipples because I know he likes it. He
also likes little nips at his Adam's Apple, which I'm more than happy to
provide before he cups my breast.
I
moan and arch up into his touch, which only sets my skin on fire more. I feel
the burning, throbbing, rising heat between my legs. More heat than I thought
possible. "Angel," I moan and he just smiles as he lowers his mouth
to lave my nipple. "Oh god..." I run my fingers through his hair as
he suckles me like a babe.
Shit...
I want him so bad. I want to rip his clothes off and just ride us into
oblivion. And I would have. Yesterday. Two weeks ago. Probably tomorrow. And
two weeks from now. But right now, we take our time and go slow.
So I take one of his hands and drag it down my body. His palm provides a shred of relief as he applies pressure above my clit and I can feel my leathers rubbing against my naked flesh. Angel knows well that I don't bother with undergarments.
I feel her trembling and I know she's nervous. And she's
not the only one. We've had sex so many times, but this isn't like those times.
Those times were just supposed to be about sex. Mutual pleasure. Except
somewhere along the line I fell in love with Faith, and I guess, if she's
staying, she at least thinks she *might* love me too. So now it's about making love,
showing each other how we feel.
And
when you take into account that neither of us has had any luck with love, you'd
understand why this would make both of us nervous.
But
I'm supposed to be the one who's got everything figured out, right? At least that's
what everyone assumes. So I do my best to act like I'm *not* nervous, even
though I am. I push her shirt up more and take her breast into my mouth,
suckling it gently.
She
whimpers and holds my head closer, her fingers tightening in my hair. She takes
one of my hands and moves it down her body. I can feel her heat through her
pants as I press my palm against her. She moans as I apply pressure just in the
right spot, against her clit.
Her
arousal is so strong already, and I wonder how long it will be before she takes
control of the situation. She's not much for delayed gratification. But I hope
she'll let me take my time and show her exactly what I meant when I said I
wanted to make love with her.
I
pull away for a minute to lift her shirt over her head. She's got a few scars
on her torso from when she was with the Council. Some inflicted by them, in
ways I don't want to know about, others inflicted by her, to escape the
emotional pain she was in. I kiss my way down her body, pausing to suckle each
breast, tugging on the nipple with my teeth. "ANGEL..." She moans, in
that 'Get on with it' tone she has. I just pretend I don't understand her
meaning, as I knead her other breast with one hand.
I run my other hand down her arm to her hand, taking it in mine, interlocking our fingers. That's another thing we never would have done, at any time: holding hands. Too much like a couple... but that's what we are now, I guess. The thought makes me smile against her skin. I never thought I'd be part of a couple again, but I like that I am.
I
feel his hand take my own and my breath hitches as he drags our hands over my
breasts. I know he likes to watch me touch myself and I watch as he guides my
hand over my nipples. "Angel..." I whimper as he slowly slides one of
his legs over one of mine.
I
feel him against me, his hardness against my thigh, through our pants. I can't
help but wonder how he'll take me. Or how we'll end up. I guess I've kind of
always imagined making love being what you see in the movies. But... I like
this... him on my side. Holding my hand. Kissing the hollow of my throat. Being
able to touch him.
Touch
*him*.
Yesss...
I don't know when the trembling really stopped. Perhaps when I felt his fingers
run gently over the scars on my abdomen. And he takes my hand and lifts it
around his head so he can press soft kisses to my inner arm. It's almost as if
the scars there melt away.
I
feel his tongue sooth them and burn them at the same time. Burning love.
"Mmm..." I moan as he glides one finger down my arm, past the soft delicate sides of my breasts and down the sides of my ribs to slide under the waistband of my pants. I raise my hips a little, as if to beg him for something.
I can smell her desire, so strong it fills the room. I
want her so badly it hurts, but I'm not ready for this night to end anytime
soon. So I don't touch her, not yet. "Angel," she says in the tone of
voice that tells me she's about to take over. And I just smile up at her,
because I'm okay with that, too.
It's
not like I need to be naked to get what I want. Right now anyway. I certainly
will *have* to be naked in the near future. But for now...
I roll onto my side to face him. His hand that was just under my waistband, lands on my hip as I touch his lips with mine, tentatively, before opening completely to his probing tongue.
I
press myself against him as completely as I can. I feel his cool chest against
my nipples and moan as they pebble against his skin. His hand slides up from my
hip over the side of my breast and around to my shoulder blades. His palm is so
cool against my heated flesh. I want to feel that coolness. Against all of me.
I
slide over to the edge of the bed and he whimpers as I pull away. But he
realizes what I'm going to do. I stand and slowly unbutton and unzip my pants.
Whatever nervousness I felt has gone because I look down and it's Angel.
*Angel* is watching me slide my pants over my hips and down to the floor. And
it's Angel who gasps at the sight of me, as if he's never seen me naked before.
I smile shyly as his eyes reach mine.
And I
hope he doesn't think that he has to be naked, yet. As I think of how I
pictured this night, I imagined just touching and feeling. He can remove his
leathers whenever he feels he's ready. I just… I need to feel his hands on my
body.
I
crawl back onto the bed and lay down next to him, as I was before, only now, my
entire body is available for his hands. Our lips meet again and the way he
kisses me… like I'm the only person in the world he wants to kiss. I swing my
leg over his hips and moan as the cool air hits the heat of my insides and the
pooling moisture on my thighs and gives me goosebumps. I whimper as he slides
his hands between my hot thighs.
I feel his fingers brush over the scar that is a constant reminder of everything I want to forget.
When
she pulls away and pushes her leather pants down, I'm overwhelmed by how
beautiful she is. It's strange, but it's almost like I'm seeing her for the
first time. She'd take my breath away, if I had any for her to take.
When she joins me on the bed again, I pull her close and kiss her deeply. She doesn't know how beautiful she is, which always surprises me. How can she not know that? I suppose it's got something to do with that scar on her thigh. I run my fingers over it and she stiffens. I wish I could make that scar go away, along with all the other ones, visible and invisible.
I
feel him completely cover it with his hand and just having him touch it,
touching all of my scars... it's too much for me. No one, not even him, has
ever paid them any mind before. *Before* Angel loved me.
Oh
god... I wrap my arm around his waist and pull him towards me even more than he
already was. I just wanna press him through me. Bring him into me and tell him
everything. Tell him how I feel. And all about my secrets. The laughter and
pain I've felt and feel.
He
lifts my thigh higher and pulls my leg over his hips. I'm completely open to
him now and my nipples are rubbing against his chest. He slides his other arm
under my waist and is rubbing my back. "Angel..." I moan into his
mouth and I feel his finger run up my outer lips before brushing lightly above
my clit.
"Shit."
I whimper as I try to thrust onto his hand, but he doesn't touch me anymore
than he wants. That's fine.
I
have plans of my own.
I
push him over and move to straddle his hips. I undulate my hips above his and
am struck with how this is seemingly natural. It's almost as if all my nerves
have just disappeared as I see my hands slide up his chest and cup his face
before I pull him towards my lips for a sweet kiss. I feel his hands on my hips
and rubbing my back and I almost feel like I'm going to cry.
I never knew... I never knew it could be so gentle. So full of love. I never knew I could do anything but grind against his hips. But this... is too much. And I think I actually just felt a tear drop down my cheek onto his chest.
I
don't know if she knows she's got tears in her eyes. I suspect this -making
love - isn't something she's done often, if ever. And that's just not right.
Faith deserves to have been worshiped many many times, by men that appreciated
her inner and outer beauty.
She certainly deserves better than me, but for some reason she's decided I'm the one she wants. And I'm the lucky one here, no matter if she thinks otherwise. I pull her head down for another kiss as her tears spill over. I don't want her to pull away. Not when we're the closest we've ever been. I need her to know it's okay to let herself express her emotions. I remember now how overwhelming it can be to really open up like this. It's why I tried not to do it again, after I left Buffy. It's frightening, knowing that you're risking getting hurt. But it's worth it, if it works.
I
don't know when I started crying, really, but it doesn't seem to matter. I
slowly, sensuously, kiss down his neck, over his Adam's Apple to the dip where
his shoulder meets his neck and I inhale his scent there. Purely Angel.
I
press open-mouthed kisses to his skin as I taste the salt from my tears. Again,
my entire body is trembling as I kiss down over his collarbone and down his
chest. I feel his hands running through my hair and soothing my head and back
as I take my time to kiss every inch of his chest.
His
skin is cool and it occurs to me that I don't want there to be a day when I
*can't* kiss him like this. Slow and wet.
I
don't want there to be a day when I don't get to wake up next to him, when I
won't get to feel his fingers on my body. And it occurs to me that I haven't
even been *thinking* about the act of sex itself for at least five minutes, but
I'm wetter than I was when I first straddled him.
The
heat, my heat, isn't just between my thighs anymore, it's everywhere.
"Angel?" I ask as I rest my head on his stomach for a minute.
She's
driving me insane, with her slow licking and nibbling across my chest. I'm
whimpering and moaning her name almost continually now. It takes all my control
not to just toss her off me onto her back and bury myself in her heat.
And
then she stops.
WHY?
She's looking up at me and I realize she must have said something. I was too obsessed with the fact that her talented mouth stopped what it had been doing, to notice what it was. "What?"
God...
I'm shaking.
But
I'm ready.
I glance up at him before whispering, "I love you."
I
blink a couple times, in complete amazement. I figured, maybe in a few
months... a few years... a few decades, she'd find the nerve to say it.
But...holy shit.
I grab her arms and haul her back up my body. "Wha--" I silence her with a passionate kiss, and now *I'm* fucking crying. I didn't realize how badly I needed to hear those words from her.
Before
I know it, he's pulled me up to him and is kissing me with even more passion
than I thought one person could possess. I guess he really did need to hear it.
And I suppose, on some level, I knew I needed to say it.
His arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his body. I feel him under my sex, still trapped within the confines of the leather. And I need to have him inside me now, not only because I'm ready, but because I'm *ready*.
I
flip us over and kiss her again. I roll away and she moans in protest. She
watches as I stand and unbutton my leather pants, pushing them off. She licks
her lips appreciatively and I groan in response, remembering how talented that
mouth is. But right now... I want to be inside her. We've both waited long
enough for this.
I
crawl back toward her and settle over her body, resting most of my weight on my
elbows, on either side of her head. I rub my cock between her outer lips,
making her whimper and arch up against me. I feel her hand around my cock and I
groan, fighting not to lose control as she guides me to her entrance.
I hold her gaze as I slide into her slowly. I want her to see, in my eyes, what I could never express in words. How good it feels when she surrounds me with her heat. I never want to leave. When I'm finally completely inside her, I pause for a moment, savoring the sensation.
Oh
god... he enters me so slowly... so I can feel every little bit of him
stretching and filling me. Completing me. Sounds corny, but I really do
understand that, now that he's nestled inside me.
He
pauses for a moment and it seems to take hours. He kisses me softly and our
tongues mix and mimic our lower bodies. He slides his tongue slowly into my
mouth and I receive it because it's what I want. He's all I want.
He
pulls out achingly slowly and I moan as he does, "Angel..." Slowly.
Ever so slowly. Until he's almost completely out and then pushes back in,
almost just as slow. "Unngh..." I groan as I slip my hands around his
waist and pull him more fully on top of me. I want him to be as close as he can
be.
He kisses down the hollow of my throat and back up as he withdraws and plunges into my heat once more, much faster than he has thus far. "ANGEL!" I scream as an orgasm just attacks my body and makes my blood scream inside my ears as I feel is rush through me.
"Fuck,"
I moan, as her muscles contract around me. I can't hold back, I groan her name
as I climax, shooting my seed inside her. I thrust inside her more slowly,
letting her recover a little from her orgasm.
She tightens her legs around my hips and I speed up my thrusts, feeling my cock begin to harden again inside her. I kiss my way down her jaw to her throat, and lick and nibble at the skin above her jugular. I slip a hand between us to rub her clit and she whimpers and digs her fingers into my back. I bite down with my blunt teeth, hard enough to bruise and she moans my name, squeezing my cock with her muscles. I whimper but somehow manage to retain control although I pinch her clit roughly in response.
"AngelAngelAngel..." I chant his name over and
over as he pinches my clit and plunges inside me. Oh god... he bites my skin
and I don't think he realizes just how much it turns me on. Probably almost as
much as it turns *him* on. He kisses his way back up to mouth, or at least
tries, but I take his head and lead it back to my jugular. "OH god...
pleasepleaseplease... pleaseAngel..." I beg him.
I want his fangs. I want him to drink my love.
I
can feel the blood rushing through her veins and I want so badly to drink her.
When she asks me to do that, it's all I was waiting for. I slip into gameface
and scrape my fangs along her throat. She whimpers, "Angel, please!"
pulling me deeper into her body.
"I love you," I whisper and sink my fangs into her jugular vein as I pinch her clit again. She screams my name, her body shaking as she climaxes. I follow her with a roar as I withdraw my fangs from her throat. I lick at the wound and roll us until I'm on my back and she's lying on top of me. I'm still inside her because I don't want to leave yet. I wrap my arms around her tightly and hold her as she comes down from her second orgasm.
I've never felt so completely… happy, in all my life. I
smile as I feel his hands still on my body. Him *inside* my body. I love him. I
told him so. He loves me and he said it as well. We made love. Beautiful, real
love.
But now… it's time to play.
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