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Incindiary Music

May 03, 2005 23:57

Kissing Faith is not like kissing any other woman.

Yes, every woman is unique-- a melody unrepeated by another individual, certainly, but as my own, somewhat limited experience told, all of them sounded as if composed by the same hand, for the same instrument. Virginia had been a clear, crisp scherzo tune, quick and sweet, but brief. Fred's ( Read more... )

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wesleys_slayer May 4 2005, 17:36:38 UTC

I held onto Wes tightly as he lifted me and carried me to the bedroom, and I couldn't think, not really, cuz if I did then I'd know. I'd know that I'd made a dumb fucking decision in what I'd just said to him. He shoved me onto the bed and I was already gasping, looking up at up for the answers I didn't have,

"Take your clothes off."

True to form, just like I'd asked though, there wasn't gonna be any answers tonight from Wes. His eyes had gone fucking scary, scarier than when I'd watched him fuck me in the plane with his hand wrapped around my throat, ready to squeeze at any moment. Dunno why, but I needed that from him.

Guess like he said, that 'soft, weak man' wasn't anyone I needed, but this one? This one that I was fumbling with my clothes for? Oh yeah. I needed himI tossed my clothes to the floor as fast as I could and licked my dry lips, not really noticing I was putting on a show for Wes by grabbing my tit or teasing my clit. Just doing something with my hands to keep them busy until I could get his cock in me somehow... and ( ... )

prodigalwatcher May 5 2005, 00:42:31 UTC

The heat radiating from Faith's body was nothing now compared to the burning I saw in the dark brown eyes that were so solidly fixed on me. There was so much pleading in them that it would have mortified her if she'd said it all out loud. She didn't need to, of course. Here in the bedroom-- literally or figuratively-- Faith's desires were an entirely open book, as I'm sure my own were to her. I was surprised to hear the words spill from her lips, wanting and heavy.

"C'mon, Wes... need you to fuck me now..."

I felt the shiver start at the base of my spine and work its way through my body, the same feeling taking me that had settled into my body in the airplane, and when I'd taken her in that bathroom. This was different, though, I realized. Now, Faith had invited-- no, demanded-- that we return to this place between us.

And after Lilah, I shouldn't have been surprised at how easily I'd slipped back into the role of the dominant. It was, I supposed, the fact that it was Faith. Faith, who I'd hated, feared and always respected ( ... )

wesleys_slayer May 5 2005, 14:00:48 UTC

"Oh, God, Faith..."

Why was it that no matter how he said my name, it always made me shiver? With fear, anticipation, excitement? Dunno... all I knew was there had always been something there between us in every point in our lives. Whether it was Wes secretly wanting me back in SunnyD, or me cutting him up while I straddled his lap and hard-on, or him screaming at me during that whole thing that went down with Angelus...

Pain, pleasure... they were always fucking tangled up together somehow.

So now didn't make it much different, I guess.

I moved both legs a little for him, but soon Wes was shoving them apart, hard, and pinning my arms above my head. I could've moved. I could've said 'no'. Hell, this wasn't my typical shit, with me on the bottom just taking it from someone else... fuck no. I was the one in charge calling the shots ( ... )

dark_wesley May 5 2005, 21:40:43 UTC

Faith turned her body, as if she were trying to get her shoulders up off the mattress. I pulled her hands down until they were just over her head and pushed down harder, preventing that. She wriggled again, and I shifted my weight to match, matching her struggling movements with my own.

I pinned her down with my mouth, as well, my kiss a hot, hungry thing, pushing against her mouth, pulling her lips between my teeth. Faith pulled my tongue between her lips, and I let her for a moment before using it to push against her own. I wanted to devour her, capture every moan and cry that I she was making. That I was causing her to make.

My thrusts had started hard, but slow and deliberate. But it was far too difficult to keep that rhythm, and I immediately began to speed up.

Faith pulled herself away and looked up at me with a new glimmer in her eyes. This one caught not only the desire, but something... mischievous?

"Do whatever you want....."It was a gasp that had come from deep in her chest, and I knew that it hadn't been a ( ... )

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