Wesley sat on a chair in the mostly dark room, watching the figure that was curled up sleeping in the bed. She could have died earlier that night, and they both knew it. If Angelus hadn't have stepped in and killed the Beast when he did, the demon surely would have beaten Faith to death. Angelus himself could have drained her after he eliminated the Beast, and the only reason why he hadn't was because Faith had managed to break a large window, letting in the sunlight, thus saving herself from certain death.
She had been lying on the floor of the warehouse in a crumpled heap when Wesley had finally found her. He could tell immediately that she'd been badly beaten and that the injuries she'd sustained were fairly serious. After assessing that she could stand and walk, he had helped her back to his SUV. He had wanted desperately to take her to the nearest emergency room, but she had vehemently protested that notion, telling him to just get her back to the Hyperion. So, against his better judgment, that's exactly what he had done.
Once there, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne had crowded around her, each of them alarmed at how she looked. They each been full of questions and concerns, but Wesley had wanted to get her upstairs. With the assistance of Gunn, he had managed to help her walk upstairs to the second floor and the first available bedroom.
No one had commented on the obvious absence of Cordelia and Conner.
Fred and Lorne had followed shortly after with the on hand medical supplies. Fortunately, they kept a good stock of such things here at the Hyperion, since none of them were crazy about going to hospitals to get patched up after a fight. Emergency rooms asked too many hard to answer questions and often times wanted to bring the police in. It was one of the reasons why he hadn't brought Faith to one. She was, after all, an escaped convict.
Faith had kindly asked everyone but Wesley to leave once they gotten her up to the room. It wasn't that she hadn't appreciated their concern and their offers of help, but she had seemed to want only Wesley. The mere thought that she trusted him so much touched him in ways that he couldn't even begin to understand, especially given their rocky relationship of the past.
Helping her to undress and tending to her broken ribs had caused a few awkward moments between them, but they had muddled through. Once, when wrapping the Ace bandage around her mid-section, Wesley's hand had accidentally brushed the underside of her breast, causing her to shudder and him to draw a sharp intake of breath. Each had tried to pretend that they hadn't noticed the other's reaction.
Afterward, he had aided her in pulling a roomy tee shirt over her head, and had brought her a glass of water and several aspirin to swallow. He'd turned down the covers on the bed and helped her get into it, even going so far as to tuck her in.
She had reached up a hand and lightly brushed it against his jaw that was rough with stubble. "Thanks, Wes, for everything," she had said, but her eyes spoke volumes more than her words. She had asked him if he would stay with her, just until she fell asleep, and had also requested that he leave the floor lamp in the corner on low.
That had been hours ago. The dawn was breaking now, and it was a truly beautiful sight after so many weeks without the sun. Wesley had stayed with Faith all night long, watching her sleep, and trying hard to contain the feelings that were crowding his brain.
She was so damn beautiful. He had always thought so, even back in the days when he'd attempted to be her Watcher in Sunnydale. Of course, back then, she had been far too young for him, and he had been in a position of authority over her, relatively speaking.
The mere thought of anyone trying to exercise any type of real authority over Faith made him shake his head and laugh softly. There was a wildness to her that could never be truly contained unless she chose for it to be. It was one of the things that he had come to admire about her.
When he had gone to see her at the women's prison in Northern California, he had been visibly surprised at the sight of the young woman on the other side of the glass. The changes in her were immediately apparent to him. She was still cocky, self-assured, and full of bravado, but she had matured and learned to harness her rage and her anger. It seemed to him that she had finally come into her own.
He had been thoroughly impressed and even slightly awed.
Faith stirred under the covers, bringing him out of his reverie. She rolled over onto her back and stretched her arms over her head, yawning deeply. Her sleep had been restless and plagued with dreams. Upon opening her eyes, the first thing she noticed was Wesley sitting in a chair in the corner. The deep shadows under his eyes told her that he probably hadn't slept at all.
"You been there all night?" She asked as she attempted to sit up.
"Good morning, Faith," he replied, getting up and making his way over to the bed. He perched tentatively on the edge of the mattress, studying her. The bruise on her forehead still looked particularly bad, but the swelling had seemed to go down from the night before. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Like I got my ass kicked by a giant rock demon," she said dryly. "But other than that, I'm five by five."
The use of her old trademark phrase made the corners of his mouth turn up in a slight smile.
"Shall we take a look at those ribs?" He slipped back into the role of caretaker, figuring it was much safer.
"Sure," she answered. "They feel a whole lot better than they did last night - Slayer healing and all, I guess."
He nodded and then gestured toward her mid-section. "May I?"
"Yeah," she said, reaching for the hem of her tee shirt and tugging it upward so that he could undo the Ace bandage that was wrapped tightly around her middle.
He removed it in short order and had her lie back so that he could gently probe her ribs. She didn't wince nearly as much as she had the night before when he'd examined her, so he took that as a good sign.
"I think it's safe to say that you are on the mend," he replied, pulling her shirt back down. "I don't think we need to put the bandage back on." He rose to his feet. "Would you perhaps like some breakfast?"
She sat up and reached for his hand. "Maybe in a little while. I don't want you to leave, yet."
He sat back down on the edge of the bed and looked at her with concern. "Is something wrong?"
Faith glanced down at the bedspread in an uncharacteristic act of shyness. "No, nothing is wrong, Wes. I just… I wanted to ask you something… only now I'm thinking that maybe I shouldn't."
"What," he began and then paused to clear his throat. "What is it that you wanted to ask me?"
"I… I almost bought the farm last night, ya know? I could have died if Angelus hadn't have decided to kill that Beast creature. Afterward, I could have died by Angelus' hand if I hadn't been thinking quick on my feet."
"Faith…" he started, but was interrupted by her.
"Just let me get this out, okay, Wes? Before I lose my nerve…"
He nodded and his heart seemed to skip a beat in his chest. "Go ahead."
"I guess what I'm saying is that nearly dying scared me really bad. I kept dreaming about it all last night. It's got me all wound up this morning and I was thinking maybe you could help me unwind." She fixed her eyes firmly on his and the look in hers was unmistakable.
When he didn't say anything, she continued. "Would you…. god damn why is this so hard? I guess what I'm asking here, Wes, is if you would give me a good screw."
If her request shocked him in any way, he certainly didn't let it show on his face. He sat there for a moment before bringing a hand up to softly caress her jaw, much like she had caressed his the night before.
"I suppose I could 'screw' you, Faith, but why would I want to?"
She looked instantly crestfallen and embarrassed. "Yeah, you're right. I musta been crazy to even ask you, right? Why would you want me?"
Wesley took one of her hands in his while placing his other hand under her chin so that she couldn't look away from him.
"But I do want you, Faith. You probably have no idea how much I want you." He looked into her eyes. "What I was going to say was why would I want to 'screw' you when making love to you would be so much more pleasant?"
"Oh," she answered, not sure what else to say.
Wesley closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. Wrapping one hand in her silken hair, he brought his mouth to hers and kissed her. She moaned against his mouth and leaned into him, bringing her arms up and around his neck.
His tongue probed her lips and she parted them, allowing him to enter. As he explored her warm mouth, he gently tumbled her backward unto the bed and came to rest beside her. One hand snaked up under the hem of her tee shirt, seeking out and cupping a warm, soft breast. As his fingers found her nipple, she vocalized the pleasure he was giving her.
With his free hand, he began to tug insistently at the hem of her shirt, wanting to remove it so that he could see her. She sat up partway, allowing him to pull the garment up and off. Tossing it on the floor, he visually feasted on the sight before him. Faith had lain back down on the pillow, her long, dark hair spread out beneath her. Clad now only in a pair of black silk panties, her creamy skin slightly flushed with desire, she made a breathtakingly beautiful picture.
Wesley left the bed and began removing his own clothing. She turned her head so that she could watch him and her breath caught in her throat. Gone was the wimpy weakling she had known in Sunnydale. In his place stood a well-developed, muscular, sinfully sexy man. The fact that he had been going commando beneath his jeans had not escaped her attention as she had watched him undress.
He returned to the bed naked with his erection proudly jutting up against his stomach. She held her arms out to him as a gush of moisture dampened the silk of her underwear. He hesitated a moment at lying on top of her, fearing he might hurt her.
"It's okay, Wes. I told you that my ribs are all better. I need to feel your skin against mine, please?"
He hadn't meant to make her beg. "Just one moment, okay?" He asked as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She raised her hips up and he pulled the garment down her legs and threw it aside to join the rest of their clothing on the floor.
Wesley swung a leg over her, briefly straddling her slender waist before stretching out on top of her, his erection nestling itself in the juncture of her thighs. Taking her face in his hands, he asked, "Better?"
"Much," she replied, leaning up ever so slightly to capture his lips with hers, as her fingers entwined in his hair.
After long moments of exploring her sweet mouth, Wesley began to trail kisses along her jaw, over to one ear, and then down her neck, pausing to suck on her collarbone. Her skin was soft beneath his lips and she tasted unbelievably good.
She arched her hips beneath him in an attempt to gain some much-needed friction.
"Patience," he said as his mouth closed over one of her breasts, his tongue laving her hardened nipple. He filled a hand with her other breast and used his fingers to tug it's nipple. His actions elicited a pleasured moan from her.
Not one for passivity in bed, Faith dragged her fingernails up and down his back, lightly scratching his skin, and leaving behind faint red trails. She eventually brought her hands to his taut ass and squeezed it before sliding a finger between his cheeks. When he didn't stiffen or pull away, she inserted the tip of her index finger into his puckered hole, causing him to inhale sharply and then groan.
Looking up from her breasts, he raggedly exclaimed, "Bloody hell, Faith!"
"Do you want me to stop?" She asked in a wicked tone of voice.
"Not on your life," he answered before capturing her breast in his mouth again and grazing the nipple with blunt teeth.
She slid her finger all the way into his ass and began to move it in and out. His cock was still encased between her legs and she began to work it with the muscles of her strong thighs.
He looked up again and this time let his head fall back as he propped himself up slightly with a hand on either side of her body.
"F-f-aaaa-ith! Sod it all to hell, but you really need to stop," he said breathlessly.
"But I thought you liked it," she teased, her eyes dancing mischievously.
"Oh, I do like it, make no mistake," he replied. "But if you keep it up, this show is going to be over before it ever really gets started."
"Okay, then," she said as she removed her finger from him and loosened her grip on his cock. "Can't have you finishing before me."
"You are a vixen," he told her as he moved down her body, parting her legs with one hand. The other hand moved between her legs, cupping her mound. He slid a finger between her folds, seeking out her clit. It was her turn to cry out his name as he rubbed the pad of his finger against the sensitive nubbin.
Placing a hand on either of her thighs, he pushed her legs down onto the mattress and brought his mouth to where his finger had just been. He latched onto her clit with his lips and sucked on it none too gently. One hand left her thigh and moved between her legs as he insinuated a finger into her. She was hot and wet and tight, and he just knew that she was going to feel like heaven around his cock. He added another finger and began to pump the digits inside her as he continued to alternately suck her nubbin and lave it with the tip of his tongue.
Faith reached for his head and grabbed hold of it, her fingers twisting in his hair. It had been so damn long for her, and she couldn't ever remember it being quite this good with anyone else. That was saying something, considering the number of people she'd fucked in her young life. She brought her legs up and wrapped them around his shoulders, scooting down a bit on the mattress in an effort to gain more contact with his mouth and his fingers.
She tasted like the sweetest of nectars and the thought occurred to him that he could stay with his head between her legs for the rest of his life and die a happy and contented man. It seemed that the more he sucked and licked her, the wetter she got. He didn't think he'd ever been with a woman quite so responsive, not even Lilah, although she'd been quite the hellcat in bed.
The thought of Lilah caused a pang in his heart, but he pushed the feeling aside. There would be time for mourning her later. Right now, the woman he had beneath him was quite alive, and very vocal in her pleasure.
Faith felt herself careening toward the precipice and was helpless to do anything about it - not that she really wanted to do anything about it. All she wanted was to come fast and hard and forever, and she wanted Wesley to be the one to bring her there. Here, finally, was what she had been looking for all of her adult life - a man who was a match for her both in bed and out.
Wesley could feel the shudders coursing through her body and he knew that she was close to toppling over the edge. He slid a third finger into her and began to furiously pump the trio of digits in and out of her. As the coup d'etat, he scraped his teeth against her clit. That was all it took to send her careening.
"Holy fuck!" She cried out as her thighs spasmodically clenched his head. "Fuck, Wesley!" Her hips arched up against his mouth, covering his face in her juices. He thought for a moment that she was going to pull his hair out of his head as her grip tightened rather painfully on his roots.
And then, she loosened her fingers from his hair and her thighs from his head, and collapsed against pillow. He pulled his fingers out of her, and then moved up her body, looking at her for a moment before dipping his head to kiss her. If the taste of herself on his mouth bothered her, she didn't show it. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him back.
Coming up for air, she hoarsely whispered, "Need you inside of me."
He kissed her once more and then shifted away from her to lean over the side of the bed. Grabbing his discarded jeans, he dug in around in a pocket until he found what he was looking for. When he'd been with Lilah, he had gotten into the habit of having a couple of condoms readily available, and it was apparently a hard habit to break since he located one in his jeans.
Moving back over to Faith, he rolled onto his back for a moment while he tore open the foil package and extracted the contents. She leaned over and removed it from his hand and then propped up on an elbow so that she could roll the latex down over his erection.
A slight smile crossed his lips as he moved up and over her, a hand braced on either side of her on the bed. With his eyes locked on hers, he moved forward until the tip of his cock was brushing her clit. The erect nubbin was still overly sensitized from her recent orgasm, and she gasped slightly as he rubbed against it.
Taking matters into her own hands, she reached between their bodies and grasped hold of his cock, bringing the head of it to her entrance. "Please," she whispered as she arched up against him.
Once again, he hadn't meant to make her beg, and so he slid into her, slowly at first, all the while watching her face for any sort of negative reaction. There was none forth coming even though she was tight around him.
"It's okay," she said, sensing why he was moving so slow. "You're not hurting me, Wes, I promise."
He nodded in seeming relief and proceeded to enter her all the way. Once he was fully seated inside of her, he brought a hand to her breast and gently rolled the nipple between thumb and forefinger as he began to move within her slick passage.
Faith brought her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down to her for a kiss. As she sought out his mouth, she began to move her hips beneath his.
Wesley was certain that his eyes were going to cross from the heady sensation of being inside of her. He knew that she was probably far from a virgin, but she was almost as tight as one from three years of sexual inactivity. She fit him like a glove and he knew that he didn't want to be inside any other woman after her. Thoughts of forever crossed his mind as he thrust into her over and over.
Her inner muscles were tightening around him in a painfully pleasured way and he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer. Removing his hand from her breast, he brought it down to where their bodies were joined and he slid a finger between her folds, once again finding her clit. He pushed down on it in a fast, circular motion that was certain to bring her to orgasm.
Arching her head against the pillow, Faith tightened her grip on both his shoulders and his waist as her second climax began to wash over her. She closed her eyes so tightly that she saw colored spots. It sounded as if ocean waves were crashing inside of her ears until the sound of Wesley's cultured voice broke through.
"Faith, open your eyes, sweetheart. Open them because I want to see you while I'm making you come."
His words shot through her like a bolt of lightening and she clenched her inner muscles even tighter around his cock. He cried out as he came, joining her in her blissfully orgasmic state.
When it was over, he rolled off of her, not wanting her to have to bear his weight, but he reached for her, pulling her halfway across his chest, and entwined his fingers in her soft hair.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally spoke, propping up on one elbow to look down at him. "That was… it was… it was pretty fanfuckingtastic!"
"I'd have to be inclined to agree," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a smile.
"Can I ask you a question?" Her eyes darkened ever so slightly.
"Always," he replied.
"What just happened between us? Not that it wasn't great, but what does it mean?"
"I gathered that you thought it was great when you said 'fanfuckingtastic,' he gently teased. "As for what happened, I think we provided each other with some desperately needed comfort."
She traced circles on his chest with her index finger and wouldn't meet his eyes. "Is that all it was… comfort?"
"I don't know," he truthfully replied. "I'd like to think that there was a bit more to it than that, but on the other hand, I don't want to scare you or to pressure you for anything that you might not be ready for."
"Umm," was the only reply she gave before lapsing into silence.
Wesley grabbed hold of her shoulders and pulled her up until she was lying fully on top of him. He took her face into his hands so that she couldn't look away. "What do you want, Faith? You have to help me out here, for I'm afraid that mind reading isn't among my talents."
She wiggled against him and was only slightly surprised to feel him growing already hard again. With a devilish look in her whiskey colored eyes, she said, "Well, right now, I think I'd like for us to 'comfort' each other again. After that, I say we just take it one day at a time, ya know?"
"You're right," he replied. "We don't know for certain what's to come, so I say we enjoy what we have right now."
Faith sat up and straddled his waist. Reaching behind her, she removed the condom from his cock and tossed it into the trashcan next to the bed. Sliding down a bit, she raised up just enough to take him inside of her before sitting back down.
"Faith, we shouldn't, not without a condom, and I don't think I have anymore with me…"
She silenced him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shh, it's okay," she said. "I can't get pregnant, Wes."
He looked at her a bit quizzically. "And why exactly is that?"
"It involves a story from my horrifically abusive childhood that I'll tell you some other time, okay?" She squeezed her inner walls around him, causing him to groan. "Right now, I just want to enjoy you, and this."
"Umm," he said. "Who am I to argue when a beautiful, naked woman is sitting astride me with my cock inside of her?"
She answered him by leaning down to capture his mouth in a deep kiss that held the promise of a future.
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