What the day brings ... _secondchances_ (NC-17)

[__angel]

I stayed up all night watching Faith. Didn't want to leave the bed, wanted to watch if she dreamed. She didn't. She had a peaceful sleep. That makes me wonder. Finally, I did go to sleep though, just for about thirty minutes, but I don't think that counts. The next morning, I had gotten up and got ready for work. Before I walked out the door, I

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[wickedslayer]

I could hear a voice so far away, telling me to wake up. But everything was foggy, and I felt wicked groggy. Why couldn't he just let me sleep for a little bit longer? I was really really tired, and he promised that if I cleaned up my mess I could sleep for awhile. Then we would go outside, I hated being cooped up inside.

Finally I opened my eyes slightly and looked up at Angel. Grinning lazily I started to wake up, the cloud lifting from over my head. Man, I must've been wicked tired.

"I'm awake." I said groggily as I turned over and closed my eyes again.

[__angel]

"You're not," I reach out, rubbing her back. "You've been asleep all day." I look down at her, then bend over, taking off my boots. I stand shrugging off my coat and placing it on the dresser. Walking over to the other side, I climb in next to her, behind her, putting an arm around her.

"Are you okay?"

Something is wrong. I know it. She's been in bed all day? Not like Faith. My fingers trace her shoulder, then sift through her hair, "Why are you still in bed?"

[wickedslayer]

"You told me if I cleaned up my mess I could sleep." I said stubbornly, still feeling wicked out of it. Why did I feel so out of it? Sorta like I drank a few bottles of Nyquil before passing out.

Forcing my eyes open as I felt his arm go around me I looked around the room for a minute. Wait. This was different. We were back at the apartment. Why weren't we at the house anymore? Was I not good enough? Was that what it was? I didn't get it, I did what he told me to.

Sitting up I looked down at Angel with hurt eyes. "Why did you bring me back here?" I demanded.

[__angel]

Clean up your mess? I look around, then look down at her, leaning down kissing her shoulder, "I cleaned up the mirror, it's okay, it's been clean, you've been asleep, Faith."

I feel her stiffen in my arms, not this again. Not this. She sits up looking at me. She has bruises on her face, and I didn't notice them before, this morning. What kind of person am I? Not a person, that explains it.

"Back here? We've, well you, you've always been here Faith. You slept here all day. How did your face get like that?" Reaching out, I cup her chin and turn it, looking at the bruises.

[__angel]

Letting out a breath I didn't need to be holding, I nodded, then stepped forward, pulling her into my arms. "I'll always be here for you." I knew that I would never leave her, not like this. She needed me and I needed to help her. My fingers touch her hair softly as I hold her.

"Come on, let's go lay down." Before taking her to the bedroom, I walk with her to the bathroom and help her clean up. I wrap her arm up, being careful of not hurting her. Everything right now, doesn't matter, except her getting better.

When I finish wrapping her arm, I lead her to the bedroom.

[prodigal_slayer]

I let Angel lead me to the bathroom, as he ran the water to clean up my arm my mind kept wandering to that one day.

Say it Faith! Say you won't hurt yourself anymore!

Shaking my head I tried to push the thought out of my head, and held myself back from pulling out of his grip and heading for the knife again.

When he brought me into the bedroom, I sat heavily on the side of the bed and looked blankly at the wall.

"Is there really a hell?" I asked quietly.

[__angel]

She sat down, as I walked to the dresser, taking off my watch, setting it down, then took off my shirt.

Is there really a hell?

I look ahead of me, in the mirror that's hanging in front of me, except I'm not there. I don't exist. All I see is her on the bed. Yeah, I can pretty much say there is a hell.

Turning around, I walk to her, then sit down beside her, my hands in my lap.

"I think there is ... I mean, I was in a hell dimension once ... I remember what it was like, it ..." I stop talking, then look at her with my head tilted. She's still staring ahead, probably thinking. Nodding a little, I look down at my hands that are in my lap.

[prodigal_slayer]

"You went to a hell dimension?" I asked, finally tearing my eyes from the wall and towards him. Meeting his gaze I looked at him for a long while.

"What was it like?" I watched a look flash across his eyes and realized that was the wrong question to ask. "Never mind." I said quickly. "I don't want to know."

Figured I'd prepare myself, but then again I always did like a good old fashioned surprise. I'd heard rumors about the last time B died, how she went to heaven and Willow ripped her back out. Somehow I didn't think I'd be occupying Buffy's old space. After all, who would ever let me forget that I wasn't Buffy?

[__angel]

I lean back and moan, bucking into her madly. Her body moves expertly, her fingers digging into my skin, her mouth on my neck, then biting at my ear. My hands run up and down her back, then to her ass, moving her faster. When she clamps down on me, I spring from the bed, sitting up, holding her in place as I come as well, my head rested on her shoulder.

She's breathing hard, her chest moving up and down. I break apart from her, lifting my head as I bring her down for a kiss as I wrap my arms around her, then fall back on the bed.

[prodigal_slayer]

For one blissful moment I forget all about being insane, and then just as soon as it hits, it's over.

I can feel the sweat clinging to my skin, my heart rate was so fast it was almost scary as I collapsed against him. Fucking spent, didn't even begin to cover it.

As soon as his back hit the sheets, I rolled off of him and lazily kissed him at the same time. Wrapping an arm around his waiste I rested my head on his chest. So weird not to hear another heartbeat in there.