And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me

[slayergal_faith]

Sighing, I realized, I’d been all over the place, probably not making sense, I wanted him to know that the holidays always excited me; but this is the first time I’d ever let anyone see that

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[watcher_pryce]

“All is fair in love and… well, love making,” I murmured, amused by her words. I kept moving my thumb over her clit, enjoying her groans and the not so small curses that sometimes slipped out. Usually I would’ve tutted at that, telling her to mind her language, mostly to tease her. But right now it actually turned me on. As was the fact that I was still fully dressed and she was spread out naked before me

[slayergal_faith]

“Yes, well when a girl’s been in a coma, is snuck out of the hospital, where she’s basically been held hostage because she fuckin’ dangerous, a girl doesn’t have a whole lot of options, beggars can’t be choosers, isn’t that how it goes?” I grinned teasing him, hell it was there, so I had to take it didn’t I?

I didn’t have to tell him that I was literally putting in his hands; he was getting that message loud and clear.

“So I’m your Queen now, and you are my subject? I do like that!” I tugged at his shirt, pulling the material back and forth a little to hard, stretching the seams, threatening to rip it. “Well your getting naked would be my first command.” Letting go of the material, I waved my hand in a queenly fashion.

[watcher_pryce]

“Well, only for today,” I smile back at her, “and only if I get to be the king.” This is fun. And just when had I reverted back into some five year old boy. Alright, five year old boys didn’t go around groping naked beautiful girls, but it’s the mindset that counts. She’s always been able to get me to relax once I’d gotten to know her better. And I’m rather looking forward to getting to know her even better.

And looking forward, oddly enough, to my very first real Christmas.

My smile grew when she waved around her hand like a true queen. I’m guessing someone has been watching some motion pictures. “your wish is my command,” I whispered, nibbling on her earlobe before sitting up. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it uncharacteristically on the floor on the heap her clothes had already made.

“Is this better?” I asked, looking at her innocently, knowing she wanted more.

[slayergal_faith]

Is this better? He asked with a grin. “Hell ya,” I smiled leaning in to kiss his lips, and for the first time in a long time, he seemed … happy. He wasn’t stiff, his body more relaxed and his smile genuine, the lines on his face almost disappearing.

Reclining once again, my index finger traced his lips, “Well, since you’re my king, I won’t ask for a strip show … this time, but would my lord granted his lady,” and then I stopped, “Hey, I’m the queen, take ‘em off mister!” I commanded, pushing back on the pillows so I could get a better view. “This queen wants to pop you like warm champagne.” In anticipation, my tongue moved over my lips.

[watcher_pryce]

My tongue darted out to lick the pad of her finger as it traced my lips. She looked much happier and less upset then she had moments ago. I guess my goal of showing her that there’s nothing wrong with her, even after more then a year in a coma, is one I have accomplished

[slayergal_faith]

“You say no to me?” my shoulders rocked back and forth, “I highly doubt it,” my tongue darted out to touch my top lip, “remember you are my love slave,” I pouched the words love slave, if this wasn’t some form of love what was it.

My nose crinkled at my discovery, “You know you love me, watcher boy,” I couldn’t help but grin, “so show me,” my head lean a bit to the right and my tone was softer, “show me Wesley, show me what you feel, I know I want to show you,” my voice was trembling along with my body.

The fingers of my right hand began playing with my nipple, “And if I have to do somethin’ about it, I could slay you,” I began teasing him, “or … seduce you, but that would be too easy. You should seduce me.” I smiled, adjusting myself back on the bed looking up at him eagerly, nipples hard, and body trembling.

[watcher_pryce]

"I am?" I looked down at her amused. "That's something new," I muse, thoughtfully rubbing my chin as though I'm contemplating this new development. "I've never been anyone's love slave before. Must be a reason for that no?" Mostly because a lot of people would consider sleeping with me...how do they say that again? Oh yes. Ick

[slayergal_faith]

My hand moves to his head, the tips of my fingers playing at first with his hair, and then I scoot down studying his arm leaning it to kiss it. “I’ve never touched you here,” I mumble absently, as my pointer finger moves over it with a flourish. “I want to kiss ever inch of your body one hundred times over,” and I look up at him, “ya know, the life span of the slayer, isn’t very long, so by my calculations, we’re gonna have to stay in bed

[watcher_pryce]

Eyes flutter closed when I feel the tips of her fingers thread through my hair. For some reason beyond me I've always liked it when the few women I've been with did that. Lilah used to do it too, but she used to tug on it hard as well. Like some school bully, but that was Lilah for you. Virginia only played with it, but she didn't seem to really know what to do when we'd sleep together

[slayergal_faith]

I have to giggle, he makes … so many things, “Yes, I do have a love slave to do so many things, to, good things.” I have to add that, as I remember the torture, and I hoped he had put that out of his mind. My Wes, he doesn’t realize the power he has over me, and my thoughts are lost in his kiss.

“May I never get tired of this,” I sigh my eyes still closed as I attempt to put this moment to memory, “and may you never get tired of me or my shit, and may you have the patience to put up with me, or and may I never get pregnant,” I close my eyes tighter, although a little Wes running around wouldn’t be so bad, but I’m not ready for that, and fuck, I’d be a horrible mother.

Opening my eyes, I study him, “Isn’t it wonderful when the dream is real life?” my hand moves up behind his neck, pulling him back down for another kiss, “Never doubt my love for you,” and with that I’m lost in yet another kiss, my lips demanding, as I intertwine my body with his.

[watcher_pryce]

Love slaves do bad things? Good lord, why am I even thinking that? It's just a game we're playing and I'm getting to caught up in it again. Then again, nothing new there. And for Faith I'll happily play her love slave. After what she'd been through she could use some...Uhm...yes.

My eyebrow raises when she starts out what almost sounds like a prayer. Or a promise. I blink at her words, though her wish to never get pregnant makes me splutter. I think that would probably be a very wise thing to say. I doubt I'd make a good father anyway, even though it does sound nice. Faith would make a good mother though, she'd know exactly what *not* to do.

"Faith," I murmur when she keeps on going. It makes me somewhat nervous to hear her talk like this. "You make it sound like a wedding," I try to joke, before she claims my lips for another kiss. Kisses are good. Kisses make me stop thinking. It's never good when I think.

"I will never doubt you," I promise when she finally lets me up for air.

[slayergal_faith]

“Wait, what, wedding?” I pull back, blinking and look at him, in so many ways, he’s so insecure, and I just want to be there for him to be a good girlfriend, fuck I can’t even do that right.

It’s taken a bit for his words to register, and I pull back, withdrawing and sitting up in the bed pulling my knees up under my chin, wrapping my arms around them protectively.

“Wes, why do I get reactions like that when I’m serious, I have a serious side, I don’t fuck everything in jeans, never wanted too, its just like people always asking me why I’m not more like B’,” I wondered how many times he’d thought that.

Pulling myself tighter, with him, at least I felt like I belonged a little, but I’d never really belong, not really there was only suppose to be one slayer and there were two. Now I just wondered what twist of fate would right things, and which one of us would no longer be here, B’or me? And since I didn’t know, I had to make everyday with him count. Still, I was lost in melancholy.

[watcher_pryce]

Err... What did I do this time? What'd I say wrong now? God, I can't ever open my big mouth and ruin it all can't I? I should've remembered no one likes my sense of humor, not even Faith. Cordelia had told me often enough that I shouldn't even try. That no one with the possible exception of Giles would understand

[slayergal_faith]

I turn to look at him, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I smile, at least attempt one, “I was just trying to tell you how I felt, and I did it wrong, maybe it’s a bad thing to tell a guy,” I shrug, “I’m not very good at this, this relationship stuff, you’ll have to help me, Wes. I’m not use to somethin’ I’m not good at. But you, your’re good at everythin’, this is just a new stitch for me, but I’ll do better, I promise.”

I leaned against his chest, “I don’t usually hang around ya know, and bein’ in love, that’s new for me too.”

Looking up at him, I smiled hopefully.

[watcher_pryce]

And once again I find myself stunned. I didn't do anything wrong? Then why was she so close to tears if I didn't do anything wrong? I must've done something wrong, I'm always saying the wrong thing

[slayergal_faith]

My hand moves to his cheek, slowly stroking it as sweetly as any lover, careful not to show any display of slayer strength, my thumb on one side, and four fingers on the other side of his, I move his head with my head to look at me, and it isn’t easy