{buffyverse} when the sun sets
Title: When the Sun Sets
Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane/Angel
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for x_spikeaholic_x who wanted Faith/Angel and “everything looks better, when the sun goes down.” (Written for the small fandom & raring paring drabblethon)
Notes: Somewhat AU, set probably sometime around Season Two of AtS.
Summary: Her eyes are still wild and full of fire but she’s wary now.
Word Count: 647
He finds her standing on the rooftop of the Hyperion, watching as the sun slowly sets. The sky is a dull pewter colour with a few streaks of gold and orange. Angel can stand in the doorframe and avoid the last few rays of the sun. Her back is ramrod straight as she watches as the day comes to an end. They watch as the sun finishes setting, together yet apart, as the sky darkens.
She turns to face him, her lips curved upwards in a feral smile. “Wanna kill some vampires?”
He likes hunting with Faith. It reminds him of when the demon was unfettered with a soul. Although he used to hunt humans and not other vampires back then when Darla was still his only mistress. Still as Faith’s hand closes around him and she drags him onto the rooftop and out of the doorway, Angel feels a thrill that he hasn’t felt in so long. He was a fool to believe that Buffy could give him what he needed.
Angel knows that he still loves the blonde Slayer but he knows that his life isn’t with her. He’s not sure if it’s with Faith. For now it is and he allows her to drag him to the edge of the roof. She points in the direction of a nest that Wesley had told them about earlier. Her eyes are wild and full of fire as she tells him of her plan.
He can’t help it when he thrusts his hands into her hair and starts to kiss her. He’s wanted this for so long, since Sunnydale when he had to pretend to be Angelus in order to deceive her. She doesn’t resist and instead moulds her body to his. The nest temporarily forgotten as their hands shed clothing and they tumble to the rough rooftop, unconcerned with anything but the urgency their bodies feel.
When it’s finished, her legs are still wrapped around his waist and he can smell the blood from the scratches she had inflicted on her back. Her eyes are still wild and full of fire but she’s wary now. Worried that he might be Angelus and he’s afraid to tell her that he’s not. Whatever they have together is fragile and he doesn’t want to tell her that he doesn’t love her like he loves Buffy.
“Angel?” Faith asks, her voice quiet and tight.
“Yes,” Angel responds.
Whatever Faith hears in his voice, she lets him go and moves away from him as she picks up her hastily discarded clothing. He wants to apologize to her, make her realize that he can’t let her in as deep as he let Buffy. He loves her enough to not want to inflict Angelus on her. Before he can say anything she’s thrusting his clothes into her hands.
“Stop brooding, we have a nest to take down,” Faith tells him.
He looks up at her and he doesn’t see any of the hurt he had expected. They might be in the dark but he can see a lot better in the dark than most. Instead of hurt, he sees the rosy glow of satisfaction on her cheeks, her eyes are bright and her lips curved in a smirk.
“What did you think I’d cry over the fact that you’re not a soulless psycho?” Faith asks with a laugh. “I’m not her, I know that and I don’t care. I have you for now, and that’s all that matters.”
Angel tugs her down again and makes her forget all about that nest of vampires that she’s so ready to destroy. Sure they should be helping the helpless, saving innocents but Angel figures that maybe tonight they can leave the whole saving people thing to the others, right now he just wants to taste her lips again and make her cry out in breathless abandon.
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Author: aaronlisa
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Faith Lehane/Angel
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: Angel belongs to Joss Whedon and company.
Prompts: Written for x_spikeaholic_x who wanted Faith/Angel and “everything looks better, when the sun goes down.” (Written for the small fandom & raring paring drabblethon)
Notes: Somewhat AU, set probably sometime around Season Two of AtS.
Summary: Her eyes are still wild and full of fire but she’s wary now.
Word Count: 647
He finds her standing on the rooftop of the Hyperion, watching as the sun slowly sets. The sky is a dull pewter colour with a few streaks of gold and orange. Angel can stand in the doorframe and avoid the last few rays of the sun. Her back is ramrod straight as she watches as the day comes to an end. They watch as the sun finishes setting, together yet apart, as the sky darkens.
She turns to face him, her lips curved upwards in a feral smile. “Wanna kill some vampires?”
He likes hunting with Faith. It reminds him of when the demon was unfettered with a soul. Although he used to hunt humans and not other vampires back then when Darla was still his only mistress. Still as Faith’s hand closes around him and she drags him onto the rooftop and out of the doorway, Angel feels a thrill that he hasn’t felt in so long. He was a fool to believe that Buffy could give him what he needed.
Angel knows that he still loves the blonde Slayer but he knows that his life isn’t with her. He’s not sure if it’s with Faith. For now it is and he allows her to drag him to the edge of the roof. She points in the direction of a nest that Wesley had told them about earlier. Her eyes are wild and full of fire as she tells him of her plan.
He can’t help it when he thrusts his hands into her hair and starts to kiss her. He’s wanted this for so long, since Sunnydale when he had to pretend to be Angelus in order to deceive her. She doesn’t resist and instead moulds her body to his. The nest temporarily forgotten as their hands shed clothing and they tumble to the rough rooftop, unconcerned with anything but the urgency their bodies feel.
When it’s finished, her legs are still wrapped around his waist and he can smell the blood from the scratches she had inflicted on her back. Her eyes are still wild and full of fire but she’s wary now. Worried that he might be Angelus and he’s afraid to tell her that he’s not. Whatever they have together is fragile and he doesn’t want to tell her that he doesn’t love her like he loves Buffy.
“Angel?” Faith asks, her voice quiet and tight.
“Yes,” Angel responds.
Whatever Faith hears in his voice, she lets him go and moves away from him as she picks up her hastily discarded clothing. He wants to apologize to her, make her realize that he can’t let her in as deep as he let Buffy. He loves her enough to not want to inflict Angelus on her. Before he can say anything she’s thrusting his clothes into her hands.
“Stop brooding, we have a nest to take down,” Faith tells him.
He looks up at her and he doesn’t see any of the hurt he had expected. They might be in the dark but he can see a lot better in the dark than most. Instead of hurt, he sees the rosy glow of satisfaction on her cheeks, her eyes are bright and her lips curved in a smirk.
“What did you think I’d cry over the fact that you’re not a soulless psycho?” Faith asks with a laugh. “I’m not her, I know that and I don’t care. I have you for now, and that’s all that matters.”
Angel tugs her down again and makes her forget all about that nest of vampires that she’s so ready to destroy. Sure they should be helping the helpless, saving innocents but Angel figures that maybe tonight they can leave the whole saving people thing to the others, right now he just wants to taste her lips again and make her cry out in breathless abandon.
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