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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[__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]

No, she didn't. At least not right now. Does she think she's going to die? Of course she is. She's thinking about it, thinking of where she's going to go when she leaves this place. As far as I'm concerned, this is a hell too and we're all just pawns for something bigger.

"Faith, don't ... think about that, not right now because it's not happening anytime soon."

Nudging her a bit, she lays down and gets under the covers, much like I found her when I walked in. I get up and walk over to the other side, getting in beside her, laying on my side, watching her. I don't want to surround her, so I'll just stay like this.

[prodigal_slayer]

I didn't believe him. Somehow I never knew what to believe anymore. I couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. Do crazy people really know that they're crazy?

Without answering him I crawled underneath the covers. Seemed like I was pretty much living in bed these days. Everytime I freak Angel out he puts me to bed, something is fucked up in this situation besides the obvious. I'm sick of sleeping. Doesn't he remember that I spent eight months straight of my life sleeping?

So much time wasted, that I'd never make up for. I always knew this was coming. Slayers usually lead long happy lives, we all had an expiration date, I always knew that. Just thought I'd get to go out in a big battle or something.Ya know, kick a little ass before I kick the bucket.

"What should I think about instead?" I asked, even though it was a rhetorical question. Didn't expect an answer.

[__angel]

What should I think about instead?

Something other than you dying, is what I thought. But didn't say it. I scoot closer to her, putting my arm around her waist. Or you could think about me. Looking ahead of her, I pay attention to the wall, just to think about something else other than her asking about hell, or dying or even thinking.

My hand slides up the side of her body, to her hair, brushing it off her shoulder then I lean down, kissing her shoulder.

How many times can I say I'm going to be there for her before she finally listens? She's probably tired of hearing it, I do say it alot. My arm wraps around her waist again and my fingers glide against her stomach.

"Don't let them win."

[prodigal_slayer]

I felt no breath on my shoulder as he lightly kissed it, and vaguely I wondered if I'd ever get used to living with a vampire. Cold hands along my body, I suddenly knew exactly how to forget about going crazy for a few minutes.

Don't let them win.

I stopped short and for a second almost started crying again. Don't let them win, that was such an Angel thing to say, and I really didn't want to. I wanted to be way stronger than I was.

Turning around I pressed my lips hard to his, letting fingers trail along his stomach, underneath his shirt.

[__angel]

She stiffened for a moment, but I kept on holding her, kissing her shoulder. Then she turned around, smashing her lips to mine as her fingers slid under my shirt. Snaking my arm under her, my hand went to her back, rubbing it as I kissed her back.

Maybe she needed this, maybe not. Maybe it would confuse her more, make me confused afterward, not knowing how she's going to be. But right now it is just us, in this moment, time, not letting them in.

My hand trails down her back as I roll, hovering over her, kissing her face, trying to be careful of her bruises. Then my mouth is on hers again as my hands trail up her body to the hem of her t-shirt. I sit up, leaning on my side as I help her out of it.

I toss her shirt on the floor, then kiss her collarbone, down to her breasts, then back up to her mouth.

[prodigal_slayer]

I needed this. This writhing sweatiness on satin sheets. Needed to feel his cool skin pressed against mine, which felt like it was on fire almost all the time.

Once my shirt was off, I took a sharp breath as his mouth kissed my breasts and then slowly back up to my mouth. Still running my hands under his shirt, I lifted them up, popping all the buttons on his shirt. Reaching up I quickly pulled it off of him, and then moved my hands to run through his hair as I pulled him closer to me.

"I need you now." I whispered to him, between kisses, my lips still pressed to his as I spoke.

[__angel]

She pulls me closer and I groan, closing my eyes, feeling her breath all over my face.

I need you now.

She whispers to me and honestly, I need it too. I just need her, right now. Kissing down her body, I hear her moan, running her fingers through my hair. I kiss her tummy, then my fingers unbutton her jeans. I sit up, then pull them down along with her panties. She kicks them off, then I get my pants off, tossing them on the floor.

Her thighs are spread and I just look at her. This is something that I never want to go away. I kiss up her body, my lips all over her, up to her mouth, then I push myself inside of her. Closing my eyes, I begin to kiss her neck, going slow, moving in and out of her.

I lean my head back then, and look down at her, then kiss her again.

[prodigal_slayer]

I moaned and clenched the bedspread slightly as I felt him enter me. Fuck, this felt good and I closed my eyes, feeling my back pressed up against the soft sheets, Angel hovering above me.

I felt his lips on my neck, near the mark and gasped slightly as I hung onto him.

Damn Faithy, you're good.

Grasping onto him tightly, I began clawing at him furiously, trying to get his skin even closer to mine. I needed this so bad I could taste it, and I could taste him on my lips. My nails dug small half moons into his back as I rose my hips up furiously to greet him.

[__angel]

She started to scratch at my back and I arched, moving into her faster. Her hips met me thrust for thrust and I leaned down then, kissing her hard. My arms snaked under her shoulders, my hands holding onto her, fingers gripping at her skin as I fucked her harder.

She really needed this, I can hear her moans, they're loud in my ears, yearning in her voice.

"I'm right here, not going anywhere." My mouth presses to hers again as I roll my hips, feeling her all around me. "Not going anywhere ..."

[prodigal_slayer]

Still clinging desperately to him, I put one hand on his shoulder and roll him over roughly so he's on his back now. Rolling on top of him, I moving up and down on him, letting his eyes take in the rest of my naked form.

Pretty good fuck Faithy.

I began riding him at a furious pace, enjoying the little looks on his face as I squeezed down with those fan fucking tastic slayer muscles I had even down there.

With two hands on his chest, I leaned down pressing my lips to his, biting slightly on his lower lip.

[__angel]

She pushed me on my back and climb on top of me, expertly, as usual. My mouth slightly open, eyes on her the whole time, my hands travel up and down her body, bucking into her. I grab her hips, holding her to me, then let them travel to her ass, cupping it.

I swear, this woman could make my toes curl. Grunting, my eyes close, enjoying and taking in the feel of her around me. One thing about a Slayer ... she has it all.

She places her hands on my chest and I open my eyes, watching as she leans down, kissing me, biting my lip. "Fuck ..." I hold the back of her head, kissing her hard as my hand reaches between us, teasing her because I know I'm about to come any second.

[prodigal_slayer]

I'm goin' crazy now, two frenzied bodies fucking on soft sheets. I feel his hand start to rub up against my sweet spot and moan again. Closing my eyes I let go of his lip and felt his lips brush against my neck again.

What's the matter pretty brave girl, scared?

Deeper and faster, I'm on fire now and I don't think I can stop until we both climax, which at this rate is about to be any second now. My fingers clench sharply into the skin on his chest and I bite down on his earlobe. Faster and Deeper.