Growing Pains
This cryin' thing fuckin' sucks, yo. The few times I have cried, didn't last very long. What I'm doin', now? Goes somewhere in the category of Never-Thought-This-Would-Happen. He's holdin' me, he's forgiven me, Wes has forgiven me, and I have no fuckin' clue what to do next
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The last time I was this open and honest with someone, they turned into a giant snake and got burnt to a crisp while I was in ComaLand. I never understood how cool it was to have someone care for you, until I met Mayor Wilkins. And lookin' up at Earl-boy, I see that same compassion in his eyes.
He puts his hand over mine, and if I was a big sappy girl, I would be goin' aww, but that ain't me, so I just keep my gaze locked on those baby blues instead.
"I know how hard it is to live with pain, and how frightening it is to face letting it go. It's not easy. But I can promise you that I truly don't hold anything against you. I've found that I really do care a lot about you...and I'll be here any way you need me."
"Thanks," I whisper. "Good to know."
Flashin' him my best wicked grin, I ask, "So...are you still game or have I totally ruined the mood here?"
Fuckin', stupid emotions gettin' in the way of everythin'. Jeez.
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I smile at her, glad that she understands. I won't push her in any way, but at least she knows that someone is there for her.
Then suddenly her mouth twists into that grin I know so well from the time we spent going after Angelus last year, and I can see that she's regained her equilibrium.
"So...are you still game or have I totally ruined the mood here?"
And her sex drive, apparently.
Raising my eyebrow, I pretend to consider her for a moment. "Well, I suppose that depends on whether we're going to let the fact that you've already partially de-clothed me go to waste." I hook my finger through one of the belt loops in her jeans and pull her up closer against me again. "I think the better question is where are we thinking would be...less likely to result in injuries?"
I glance over her shoulder into the lounge area for a moment then over toward the bedroom door.
"Here? The couch? Or the bedroom?"
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"Well, I suppose that depends on whether we're going to let the fact that you've already partially de-clothed me go to waste."
Cocky bastard. I can respect that.
He pulls on my belt loops to bridge the distance between us and continues playin' along. "I think the better question is where are we thinking would be...less likely to result in injuries? "Here? The couch? Or the bedroom?"
Takin' his hands I walk backwards to the bedroom. I spin him around and with one good push, he's spread-eagled on the bed. Kneelin' to the side, I scratch my nails across the denim coverin' his legs and the impressive bulge in the middle. "These have to go. Wouldn't want you to...damage the equipment before it's used." I make quick work of the jeans and straddle his waist to lean down for a hot kiss.
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"These have to go. Wouldn't want you to...damage the equipment before it's used."
"That...is a very good idea," I manage to say as she pulls the jeans off. As soon as she's tossed them to the floor, she's above me again, this time with her legs wrapped around my waist, and we're snogging as if our lives depended on it.
Reaching up, I grasp the edge of her tank top and pull it up, repeating out motions from last night though this time, I don't get it caught on my hand and simply fling it away.
"Only fair," I growl lowly. Taking hold of her, I flip her over so she's the one on the bed now and slowly unzip her own jeans, pulling them down her legs. Once they're no longer an issue, I work my way back up to her lips, trailing my tongue along her curves. "That's better."
Kissing her again, I let my hands roam over her breasts and then down between her legs.
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Did he just growl? Fuck, that's hot. The way he shucks off my jeans and runs his tongue and hands all over my body, makes me writhe and moan at his touch. He starts kissin' me again, and I pull him as close as I can, usin' my legs to smash our lower regions together.
"Need you inside me," I pant out, in between breaths.
God...this is way more intense than the last time, and that was rockin', yo. I don't usually say shit like this, but I'm kinda diggin' bein' on the bottom. He's good at this dominatin' shit.
Doesn't mean I'll stay here for long, though. Chances are I'll have him back where he was before we're done.
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"You do, do you?" Using the break in our kiss, I dip down to take one of her nipples in my mouth and teasing it for a few moments.
My hand is trapped between our bodies, making it difficult for me to continue what I was doing before, so I leave it there for the moment. Instead, I move over to her left breast, giving it the same attention I just gave the other. Her legs tighten around me, telling me that while I may currently be in the dominant position, I'm certainly not the one with the power.
Pulling back, I look down, wriggling my fingers a bit, dipping inside her slightly. I give her a grin at the look she shoots me and disentangle my hand to grasp her hip and pull her towards me. Within moments, I'm sheathed in her, trying to hold back a groan. Much better without the alcohol to haze the feeling.
"This what you want?" I ask her as I begin moving within her.
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"This what you want?"
I'm not exactly able to respond, cuz everything he's doin' is makin' me crazy. Closin' my legs around him tighter, I grin and squeeze with my inner muscles; huggin' him from the inside.
When he gasps in surprise, I take the opportunity to flip us again.
"My turn at the wheel. Time to shift this into overdrive."
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Bloody hell, Faith is good. She gives me a rather wicked grin as she does...that, and I think my thought function once again flies out the window because the next thing I know, I'm now the one on my back.
"My turn at the wheel. Time to shift this into overdrive."
Surely can't argue with that, not given the way she's moving. Dear god, I think she may very well drive me out of my mind.
Reaching up, I cup her breast in my hand again, my thumb dragging over her nipple for a few moments before I raise my head up to take it in my mouth. She continues thrusting against me, making little circles with her hips, sending shocks through me. I groan and switch to her other breast, swirling my tongue.
I have no idea what's got into me, why I've become so enamored of this woman so quickly when I don't think I've ever thought of her this way before. But now that we're here, like this, I can't seem to imagine never not having thought of her this way. It's a strange and amazing feeling all at once.
Though not as amazing as Faith herself. Her movements quicken, and she tightens around me until I can no longer think. Only feel. And feel her.
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