And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me
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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Now this? This is much better then sudden and unexpected bouts of angst. Though taking into account the amount of time she's been in a coma, everything she's missed out on and whom she is? It maybe wasn't such an un-expected thing to happen.
"In the hospital?" I murmur between kissing, utterly confused as to what she is referring to. Does she mean us running off without signing her release papers? Which was probably not a smart thing to do, but I couldn't care less right now.
"Never mind," I whisper hoarsely, pulling her closer against me, "less talk, more actions as you would say." Pulling her head down, I crush my lips to hers, fully intent on kissing her breathless. Or myself, which will bloody likely happen first.
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Obviously, he was distracted and not thinking, or I was unclear, but it didn’t matter. Possibly it was still the drugs in my system.
He was right, less talking more action, and I was all about the action. I was going to fuck his brains out, and then we’d go somewhere that wasn’t this place with all the wanna-bees, and Buffy. We weren’t part of them any longer.
My mouth was hungry for his, and as he pressed against me, I pressed back, my hands beginning to rove, fingers stroking his belly, and I grinned in the kiss.
God, I’d never wanted anyone more.
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Now though? It's all Faith. The way she tasted before the world went to hell in a hand basket. And I intent to take my fill of her. Our lips slide against each other. Tongue's asking and receiving permission. Battling and sliding over one another until I need to come up for air.
"Looks like your lungs are still working," I mutter, a groan getting out when I feel her hands moving over my body. My own hands aren't idle either. They go wherever they can go. Feeling soft, silk skin moving under callused fingers. Feeling the dips and hills of battle scars of long ago but never forgotten.
"Does my lady...ah!...hmm... Does my Lady wish more then kissing?" I gasp, my body arching into her roving hands.
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My lips covered his in complete submission, gently kissing him, then pushing harder, tongues rolling, teasing and warring.
“Well,” I spoke huskily, breathless after the kissing, “As long as we fuck, I don’t care what you do to me,” as I spoke my hand moved between his thighs, “mmmm,’ my hand stroked his swelling cock, “Not much of a lady am I?”
My eyes were twinkling, happy just to be next to him.
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“No, it’s about us, m’ lord.” Grinning I began rubbing that wonderful cock that soon would be pounding into me, soft sweet kisses in direct opposition to the fever that I began playing with his cock, I almost purred aloud.
My body began to respond and I was rubbing up against him. “Baby,” I whispered in his ear.
I’d never called anyone baby before, and I liked the way it sounded to my ears, even more, I like that I was using it on my Wes.
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