One Vial - Part Three
Part One - Part Two
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of Angel & Faith spoilers, sexual situations
Words: 1536
A/N: I’ve played around with this a lot and initially planned on just writing something completely OOC for pure fun and then rewriting it with an alternate scene, but then it became more and more in character, so I just decided to go with that, keep it the way it is, and have the events here be a major plot point. Also, let me know if the rating needs to be upped. I think I kept it to R, but I never know. Sidenote: I’m considering writing an extended version of the last part as a writing exercise, but it won’t matter to the story.
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Faith returned with arms full of groceries. London’s stores had a different selection of food than what she was used to, but living there for the past few months had her familiar with what was decent. Hopefully it would be what Angel liked too. They’d have to go out to eat to somewhere nice-but not nice enough for her current attire-the next day.
Once she deposited all of the food and soda she bought in the kitchen, she headed up the stairs to the bedroom with two bowls of chocolate ice cream. She sat them on the bedside table and changed out of Nadira’s pink dress and into her favorite Batman shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. She climbed onto the bed and started on her bowl while waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. The water was off, so it’d be any time now.
Just a few moments after she’d sat on the bed, Angel, as well as a large cloud of steam, came out of the bathroom. He was covered only by a towel, so he grabbed a pair of pajama pants and moved behind the room divider that they used for changing.
Giles’ place only came with one bedroom, which only had one bed, so they had to share. It worked only because of him being a vampire. Faith used the bed after they got done with their nightly patrolling and he slept during the day once she woke up. If one of them needed a nap during the others’ allotted bedtime, they used the couch. They both slept about six hours each, so that left almost 12 hours a day for demon fighting, research, or whatever else was going on. They also got six hours of personal time. It worked perfectly.
“That was fast,” Angel said from behind the divider.
“You know me. I know my way around the junk food section.” A decent meal was always nice, but the way she grew up, she’d learned to live off of packaged food.
“Yeah. But now that I’m human you’re going to have to let me cook for you. I’ll probably be awful at it, but there are a few things I’d like to try.”
Faith almost spit ice cream all over the bed at the thought of him cooking. He noticed her outburst and peaked around the pseudo-wall.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. I like food.”
“Then get over here and eat your ice cream before it melts.”
At that, Angel hopped on the bed like a 12-year-old, almost causing Faith and her ice cream to topple over. He then grabbed the bowl from the side table, and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in years-which was almost accurate, considering that he always was complaining that human food didn’t taste right to a vampire.
So far, her plan was working. Angel was happier than she’d seen him in years. She knew it’d wear off soon enough, but for now, this was good enough for her.
“What are you looking at?” Angel asked, startling her, his mouth full of ice cream, giving her a teasing look. She realized that she too was smiling more than she had in a good while.
“Nothing,” she replied, but his look didn’t change. “It’s just good to see you happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, and the last time you were even close was years ago in LA.”
Something about what she’d just said seemed turn some gears in his head and bring Angel down from his high, making her regret speaking at all. His grin morphed back into his emotionless expression and she didn’t want anything to do with that at the moment.
“Listen, I’m tired, and I’m sure you are too, so why don’t you take the bed tonight. I got the couch,” she said while jumping off of the bed and retrieving the spare pillow and blankets from the closet. “Oh, there’s more where that came from downstairs if you’re still hungry.” She pointed to the bowl that he’d licked clean.
“Faith, wait,” he called to her, as she was making it to the stairs. She stopped and turned around to see him standing up and moving in her direction. “It’s your turn. I’ll just go stuff my face until you wake up.”
He was smiling again-not as much as before, but enough to lighten the mood-so she couldn’t help but smile back.
“It’s your first night human, so seriously, take it.”
He didn’t reply, but there was something about the new look on his face that made her feel extremely uncomfortable. He had that predatory look she’d become familiar with when he’d been Angelus, except this time there were no demonic features to emphasize it. The way his eyes were piercing hers was enough to scare her into backing against the wall of the stairway, which made her drop everything she was holding. She heard the bowl shatter and the spoon bounce down the stairs, but she didn’t take her eyes off of Angel, who was now approaching her like a vampire would his prey. Except he wasn’t a vampire anymore. She’d checked. And there was no way he’d been turned again while she was gone for that twenty minutes. The process wasn’t that simple.
When he made it to just inches in front of her and placed his hands on the wall, on either side her head, she started to realize what was going on. Of course this was another one of the cravings of a new human.
The way he was just barely brushing against her shorts and looking at her with those hungry eyes sent chills down her spine, but not the bad kind. It wasn’t one of the perks she’d imagined from using the Mohra blood on him, but it might just be one. After everything that happened between them in Sunnydale and LA, she didn’t think this day’d ever come, especially with his soul clause, but now that the opportunity presented itself, there was no reason not to seize it. It had been a while for her and she was always attracted to him. Circumstances just weren’t right, and they both knew it.
He hadn’t made any further advances since he got her in this position, so she assumed that he was waiting for her to make the next move-either push him off or give him the okay. He had his urges, but he was still Angel, so he wasn’t going to do anything without her consent.
After staring into his eyes for a few moments and seeing just how much he needed this, she took his head in her hands and pulled him into a rough kiss, which she immediately figured out was way too rough for a human. He let out a soft moan when she let go of him, but she couldn’t tell whether it was from pleasure or pain.
“Sorry,” she whispered, but he didn’t seem to care. He instantly met her with another kiss and pressed her against the wall. He wasn’t nearly as strong as the last time they’d been in this situation, but she let him be the dominant one anyways. Having him clued in on his new lack of strength probably wouldn’t be too much of a turn on. Besides, this was the fun part-figuring out a guy’s kinks. Even Angel had to have some.
His, apparently, was the dominance thing. He picked her up by her inner thighs, never letting their lips part. She latched onto him while he carried her across the room. Instead of dropping her or throwing her down like she’d expected, he kept one hand supporting her back while he slowly crawled onto the bed. So dominance didn’t quite describe this kink-or at least the kind of dominance she was used to.
He gently set her down to where her head was resting on a pillow and pulled away from their nonstop kisses. He gave her this look that she couldn’t interpret and started to speak in a soft voice that contrasted everything he’d just done.
“Faith? Is this…are you okay with this?”
She didn’t want to talk about it now. Not when he was going to regret it later whether she gave a simple yes or tried to convince him that this was all she’d ever dreamed of and they were soul mates, or whatever crap he normally got. Everything happening now was because of Angel’s out-of-whack hormones and she knew it, but she was too desperate to be touched to stop him, even if wasn’t right. She knew enough about Angel to know that for him, there needed there to be love when there was sex, and while he may love her in some way, it wasn’t that kind of love. He’d hate himself later for this and she wasn’t okay with that.
So instead of replying with words or even a nod, she pulled him back down to her. He must have been too overcome with lust to think about it anymore because those were the last words he spoke that night.
continued here
Rating: R
Warnings: Lots of Angel & Faith spoilers, sexual situations
Words: 1536
A/N: I’ve played around with this a lot and initially planned on just writing something completely OOC for pure fun and then rewriting it with an alternate scene, but then it became more and more in character, so I just decided to go with that, keep it the way it is, and have the events here be a major plot point. Also, let me know if the rating needs to be upped. I think I kept it to R, but I never know. Sidenote: I’m considering writing an extended version of the last part as a writing exercise, but it won’t matter to the story.
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Faith returned with arms full of groceries. London’s stores had a different selection of food than what she was used to, but living there for the past few months had her familiar with what was decent. Hopefully it would be what Angel liked too. They’d have to go out to eat to somewhere nice-but not nice enough for her current attire-the next day.
Once she deposited all of the food and soda she bought in the kitchen, she headed up the stairs to the bedroom with two bowls of chocolate ice cream. She sat them on the bedside table and changed out of Nadira’s pink dress and into her favorite Batman shirt and a pair of athletic shorts. She climbed onto the bed and started on her bowl while waiting for him to get out of the bathroom. The water was off, so it’d be any time now.
Just a few moments after she’d sat on the bed, Angel, as well as a large cloud of steam, came out of the bathroom. He was covered only by a towel, so he grabbed a pair of pajama pants and moved behind the room divider that they used for changing.
Giles’ place only came with one bedroom, which only had one bed, so they had to share. It worked only because of him being a vampire. Faith used the bed after they got done with their nightly patrolling and he slept during the day once she woke up. If one of them needed a nap during the others’ allotted bedtime, they used the couch. They both slept about six hours each, so that left almost 12 hours a day for demon fighting, research, or whatever else was going on. They also got six hours of personal time. It worked perfectly.
“That was fast,” Angel said from behind the divider.
“You know me. I know my way around the junk food section.” A decent meal was always nice, but the way she grew up, she’d learned to live off of packaged food.
“Yeah. But now that I’m human you’re going to have to let me cook for you. I’ll probably be awful at it, but there are a few things I’d like to try.”
Faith almost spit ice cream all over the bed at the thought of him cooking. He noticed her outburst and peaked around the pseudo-wall.
“Hey, don’t laugh at me. I’m serious. I like food.”
“Then get over here and eat your ice cream before it melts.”
At that, Angel hopped on the bed like a 12-year-old, almost causing Faith and her ice cream to topple over. He then grabbed the bowl from the side table, and began to scarf it down like he hadn’t eaten in years-which was almost accurate, considering that he always was complaining that human food didn’t taste right to a vampire.
So far, her plan was working. Angel was happier than she’d seen him in years. She knew it’d wear off soon enough, but for now, this was good enough for her.
“What are you looking at?” Angel asked, startling her, his mouth full of ice cream, giving her a teasing look. She realized that she too was smiling more than she had in a good while.
“Nothing,” she replied, but his look didn’t change. “It’s just good to see you happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this, and the last time you were even close was years ago in LA.”
Something about what she’d just said seemed turn some gears in his head and bring Angel down from his high, making her regret speaking at all. His grin morphed back into his emotionless expression and she didn’t want anything to do with that at the moment.
“Listen, I’m tired, and I’m sure you are too, so why don’t you take the bed tonight. I got the couch,” she said while jumping off of the bed and retrieving the spare pillow and blankets from the closet. “Oh, there’s more where that came from downstairs if you’re still hungry.” She pointed to the bowl that he’d licked clean.
“Faith, wait,” he called to her, as she was making it to the stairs. She stopped and turned around to see him standing up and moving in her direction. “It’s your turn. I’ll just go stuff my face until you wake up.”
He was smiling again-not as much as before, but enough to lighten the mood-so she couldn’t help but smile back.
“It’s your first night human, so seriously, take it.”
He didn’t reply, but there was something about the new look on his face that made her feel extremely uncomfortable. He had that predatory look she’d become familiar with when he’d been Angelus, except this time there were no demonic features to emphasize it. The way his eyes were piercing hers was enough to scare her into backing against the wall of the stairway, which made her drop everything she was holding. She heard the bowl shatter and the spoon bounce down the stairs, but she didn’t take her eyes off of Angel, who was now approaching her like a vampire would his prey. Except he wasn’t a vampire anymore. She’d checked. And there was no way he’d been turned again while she was gone for that twenty minutes. The process wasn’t that simple.
When he made it to just inches in front of her and placed his hands on the wall, on either side her head, she started to realize what was going on. Of course this was another one of the cravings of a new human.
The way he was just barely brushing against her shorts and looking at her with those hungry eyes sent chills down her spine, but not the bad kind. It wasn’t one of the perks she’d imagined from using the Mohra blood on him, but it might just be one. After everything that happened between them in Sunnydale and LA, she didn’t think this day’d ever come, especially with his soul clause, but now that the opportunity presented itself, there was no reason not to seize it. It had been a while for her and she was always attracted to him. Circumstances just weren’t right, and they both knew it.
He hadn’t made any further advances since he got her in this position, so she assumed that he was waiting for her to make the next move-either push him off or give him the okay. He had his urges, but he was still Angel, so he wasn’t going to do anything without her consent.
After staring into his eyes for a few moments and seeing just how much he needed this, she took his head in her hands and pulled him into a rough kiss, which she immediately figured out was way too rough for a human. He let out a soft moan when she let go of him, but she couldn’t tell whether it was from pleasure or pain.
“Sorry,” she whispered, but he didn’t seem to care. He instantly met her with another kiss and pressed her against the wall. He wasn’t nearly as strong as the last time they’d been in this situation, but she let him be the dominant one anyways. Having him clued in on his new lack of strength probably wouldn’t be too much of a turn on. Besides, this was the fun part-figuring out a guy’s kinks. Even Angel had to have some.
His, apparently, was the dominance thing. He picked her up by her inner thighs, never letting their lips part. She latched onto him while he carried her across the room. Instead of dropping her or throwing her down like she’d expected, he kept one hand supporting her back while he slowly crawled onto the bed. So dominance didn’t quite describe this kink-or at least the kind of dominance she was used to.
He gently set her down to where her head was resting on a pillow and pulled away from their nonstop kisses. He gave her this look that she couldn’t interpret and started to speak in a soft voice that contrasted everything he’d just done.
“Faith? Is this…are you okay with this?”
She didn’t want to talk about it now. Not when he was going to regret it later whether she gave a simple yes or tried to convince him that this was all she’d ever dreamed of and they were soul mates, or whatever crap he normally got. Everything happening now was because of Angel’s out-of-whack hormones and she knew it, but she was too desperate to be touched to stop him, even if wasn’t right. She knew enough about Angel to know that for him, there needed there to be love when there was sex, and while he may love her in some way, it wasn’t that kind of love. He’d hate himself later for this and she wasn’t okay with that.
So instead of replying with words or even a nod, she pulled him back down to her. He must have been too overcome with lust to think about it anymore because those were the last words he spoke that night.
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