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[watcher_pryce]

Continued from HereDidn't take Faith long to join me in my room. I had to grin when she made another face when she drank from the bottle again. Really not used to the good alcohol I guess. Though, I doubt you can actually get any good stuff in jail. Especially at her age. Not sure though. Maybe when they catch me I'll have a chance to find out.

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[wickedslayer]

"Not a vampire." I announced quietly as I tentatively reached out my fingertips and traced them along his chest before sliding his shirt open slightly. Glancing up into his face I saw that he looked slightly startled but not appalled that I was touchin' him like this. Okay, that was a good sign at least. "No problem." Letting the bottle fall softly to the carpeted floor I traced my fingertips up towards his shoulder, pushing his shirt off of his chest completely. Frowning I saw all the scars that existed there and I knew he'd had worse. Worse from me. But nothin' was as bad as that scar across his neck.

Maneuvering myself so I was closer to him I glanced at the wound on his shoulder, letting my fingertips trail over it lightly. "It's not so bad." I agreed knowing that he'd be all healed up soon enough. Not like me, I healed so much more quickly. I wondered if he was jealous cause I was stronger and faster and healed so fast. I never could tell. I would be if I was him though, that was for damn sure.

His eyes were permanantly glued to mine as he gave me that questioning look again and I finally shifted my gaze to meet his. Thought about just pressin' my lips to his right there and then. Wanted him, wanted it. Needed it. Fuck. I'd been in the slammer for way too long and now I needed a little something something. Lilah didnt' seem like the kinda chick who'd just lay down for anybody. He must be something real special.

"Am I outta line?" I asked him quietly as I pressed into him a little bit more. I was waitin' for him to push me away, was I makin' him uncomfortable? Shit. I never had to think about these things with anyone else.

Didn't wanna hurt him.

[_wes_pryce_]

Startled, I looked at her as she traced her fingers over my skin. I knew what she'd see there. Hell, some of what she'd see there was her handy work. I wonder if she's able to pick them out. Much like a signature, or a finger print. At this point I couldn't, only a few. The one on my collar bone for example. And the one on my arm of course. That one was hard to forget, it made my arm useless for quite some time. Hell, I could still feel it sometimes.

I managed not to scowl when she said it wasn't so bad. I already knew that. "It'll heal," I said quietly, "just as everything else." Most everything had healed, it's just that some scars will leave other scars no one can see. This wasn't one of those though. Even if it would heal a lot less faster then her wound. Which is slightly unfair, but it's the way things are, I suppose.

My eyes kept looking into hers as they narrowed a bit. She was awfully close and I could read into her eyes she was looking for something. I wasn't sure I could give her that, but to be honest, I didn't really give a damn. I had my needs as well and since Lilah wasn't around... Wrinkling my nose, I glanced back at the wound on my shoulder and then back at her again.

"Out of line for what, exactly, Faith?" Come on, spit it out. Neither of us was ever good at playing games like these. Well, I used to be, but its a waste of time. "What is it you want?" Tilting my head, I frowned a little as I gave her a questioning look. I should move away from her, tell her to go to her own room. But I didn't. I didn't care about any Council rules, I didn't care about our so called history. Damn, maybe the alcohol is starting to work. About bloody time.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Do I have to spell it out for you, Wes?" I asked him curiously as I still tentatively moved my fingertips over his skin, tracing along all the scars on his chest. Was he playin' it this way on purpose cause he thought it was wicked funny or what? Or maybe he was just lookin' for a way to shoot me down. Either way I was goin' for it now, we'd already gone way too far. He was fucking the evil lawyer so I had to bet I was fair game now.

Quickly I pressed my lips to his softly at first until he returned it and it immediately got a little more rough. I could taste the whiskey on his tongue and it made that dizzy feeling get a little more pronounced minute by minute. It was a good thing we both had a whole lot of alchol in our bloodstreams but my feeling was? Wes wasn't even drunk yet. I wasn't really drunk either, just kinda tipsy. Dizzy. Then again, it'd been awhile since I had the oppurtunity to drink.

Pulling away I innocently kissed his neck lightly. "I been in prison for a wicked long time, Wes. You wanna help a girl scratch an itch?" I murmured, my lips still pressed against in the side of his neck.

[_wes_pryce_]

Raising my eyebrow at the tone of her voice, I let my eyes flick down to the fingers playing on my chest. No, of course she didn't need to spell it out to me. I wasn't that naive anymore, hadn't been that for a long time now. Still, I wanted to make certain we were on the same page. It would seem we were. She had needs, I had needs...Wasn't that a handy coincidence. And it wasn't as if either of us had a reputation to uphold, or cared about that. Not any longer, and most certainly not here.

I was about to reply to her question, rhetorical or not, when her lips were on mine. That was rather unexpected, though all things considered, it shouldn't have been. I froze for a moment, only a second really, before kissing her back. She started softly, but I quickly kissed her back deep and hard. One of my hands coming up to tangle in her hair, pressing her closer as my tongue thrust into her mouth.

When we finally pulled back, apparently we do need air, I gave her a heated look. Her lips were close to the scar on my throat. It made me shiver and tense at the same time. "I scratch your back and you'll scratch mine?" I inquired. With the hand that as still tangled in her hair, I yanked her head up and crushed my mouth to hers again while pushing her down on the bed. "Let's stop wasting time then, Faith," I muttered.

[prodigal_slayer]

I was almost expecting him to giggle, or I dunno...do something else wicked dorky and lame. After all, that was the Wesley I knew best, wasn't it? Super dork Wes who managed to screw up everything and probably wouldn't know what to do with a naked woman if he had one in his lap. Now he was pushin' my back onto the mattress tellin' me to stop wasting his time. Okay, if we're gonna play it that way. It was kinda evil though, cause my initial reaction was to play rough and push him onto his back. But I didn't wanna freak him out. I'd spent so long freaking him out. Sooner or later I wasn't gonna be able to control myself.

"Sounds like a plan." I barely got out as his lips met mine again, crushing me harder into the mattress as my fingers strayed over the back of his neck, tangled in his hair. Finally they frantically moved down to his pants. In one easy deft movement I'd unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pullin' them off of him as he pressed into me from above.

Finally he pulled away a little bit gasping and suddenly my shirt was bein' yanked over my head as I quickly worked to unbutton my own leathers. Wriggling free from my clothing I grabbed his hand and pulled him down on top of me again. This time running my hands along his bare flesh with a little bit more fervor.

"I need it. Please." I muttered softly in his ear as I desperately tried to have more of it. Needed it. Wanted it. Fuck. It'd been way too long since I'd gotten a good lay.

[watcher_pryce]

Now this was more like it. Stop wasting time with the small talk and the innuendo and get to the part we both wanted. Needed even in some cases. Then again, I've not been in jail for a few years. And there was Lilah of course. So I'm guessing she needs it more then I do. Still, I'm not in the mood to play the usual games.

I kept kissing her, her hand tangled in my hair. I could feel it snake down and before I could blink they were nearly almost off. Good, no more wasting time. Pulling away from the kiss, I tugged on her shirt and pulled it roughly over her head. Then there was a flurry of motions and we were both naked, clothes drop haplessly on the floor, as she pulled me back ontop of her.

"Demanding are we?" I muttered, lowering my body on top of hers. What? She's a slayer, she can take it. I started to rub my erection between her legs, over her sweet spot and grinned when she moaned. Then I lowered my head and bit down on a nipple hard, hands coming up to massage her breasts, kneading soft flesh between callused hands. I used my body to pin her down on the bed. Of course that was all pretend, she could throw me off whenever she wanted to.

[prodigal_slayer]

Shit. Didn't he get the way I needed it? His smug little smirk as he asked if I was demanding. I kept arching my body up, pressing myself into his warm skin as he pinned me down to the bed. I'd let him play this game or whatever game he wanted as long as he stopped teasing me and got down to business. No wasting time, right? I wanted it now. Any way he'd give it to me. When he rubbed up against me, I moaned and pressed up into him harder. A gasp escaping my lips as he bit down on my nipple.

Pressing into him harder, I crashed my mouth into his, my neck arching up from the pillow as I let my tongue slide across blunted teeth. My hands roaming along the warm skin of his back, pullin' him closer to me, as my legs wrapped around his waist. A small shiver ran down my spine as he kept pressing into me, rubbing up against me. Teasing me.

"Quit teasing." I begged him in a muffled voice as I pulled my mouth breathlessly away from his lips. With more desperation I pulled him against me, forgetting all about bein' gentle.

[watcher_pryce]

Her body was warm and soft, withering underneath me as I took some time to tease her. It was amusing me how demanding she was. Yet, I was well aware that she was holding back he strength. I let my hands roam over her silken skin, our tongue battling while our mouths found each other again. A chuckle escaped me when she begged me to stop teasing. Faith, begging, now there's a novelty.

One hand slid down between her legs, finding her wet and ready for me. I rubbing my thumb over her clit a few times, smiling crooked when she arched up and groaned loudly. She really was needy. Let's not waste any more time then shall we? Enough teasing. My shaft was hard, throbbing between my legs, begging for more friction.

Pulling back a little, I wrapped my hand around my cock, biting down on a groan and quickly guided it toward her entrance. With a few quickly thrusts I was sheathed inside of her, feeling her clench around me as I lowered myself on top of her again. "You beg very pretty, Faith," I smirked, leaning and biting her shoulder. Then I started to move, pushing myself deeper into her, the head of my erection nudging the spot inside her while my hand pinched her nipples hard in turn. Our mouths sought out each other again, hard moans drowning inside of them.

[prodigal_slayer]

A gasp escaped my lips as he thrust his way inside of me. Warm slayer muscles clamping down all around him as I wound my legs around his waist again pullin' him deeper inside of me.

"I do alot of things very pretty." I smirked at him as he leaned over me and bit down on my shoulder. Ow! Actually ,felt kinda good. Lookin' to inflict a little pain there, Wes? Not that I was complainin' just didn't seem one for kinks was all. His hands rubbed over my breasts with intensity as I continued to push up and against him, meeting him at every turn and thrust. Didn't know watcher boy had it in him, but it was turnin' out that he did and then some. Maybe Lilah was onto something with this one.

Scratching my nails into his back, I finally couldn't take it anymore. Easily I pushed him onto his back, rolling us over so I was on top. Smirking down at him, now I could set the pace and I set it hard and fast. Pushing up against him, the palms of my hands pressed into his chest as he groaned underneath me.

Leaning down I let dark hair trail across his skin, as I pressed my mouth down to his chest. Tongue and teeth and everything else, all over his chest and up the side of his neck, up the length of his jawline until I came crashing back to his mouth.

[watcher_pryce]

"I'm sure you do," I muttered back. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me in even deeper. I groaned against her neck, sucking on a pulse point until I raised a small mark. Would be gone soon anyway, but still. I kept up a fast pace, pushing into her hard and rough. We both needed this, there was no time for soft, slow and gentle. I doubt she'd like that anyway.

My back arched when her nails tore shallowly into my skin. It distracted me for a moment, and before I knew it I was on my back and Faith was smirking down at me. Narrowing my eyes, I glared up at her, but she kept on moving, clamping down on me, using strong muscles to clench around me. I moaned and planted both feet on the mattress, snapping my hips up to meet her set pace.

Holding onto her hips, I moved one hand between her legs, finding that spot that would make her moan even harder. Our mouths were battling for the same dominance as our bodies. A dance neither of us seemed to be winning, but that didn't matter. Sweat slicked bodies were moving in tune as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She shuddered and I used her distraction to flip us around again, thrusting into her hard and fast.

I could feel my balls rising up and tightening as I got closer to the edge. Faith was getting there as well, I could tell from the look on her face, the way her breath was coming in sharp pants. My hand moved between her legs again, while the other one explored her body further. Scraping my teeth over the already fading mark, I pressed my thumb against her clit.

[neverbeenfree]

Didn't even care that he flipped us back around so my back was pressin' into the mattress. I'd let him do whatever got him off as long as he didn't stop. Fuck. I couldn't remember the last time I had a scrw like this. Probably when I hijacked Buffy's body and fooled around with her boytoy Riley. Wondered if he was still around...

He pressed his thumb up against that one fucking amazing spot as he kept thrusting into me. My hands desperately clawing at his back, I had to have more of him. And as hard as his teeth clamped down around my nipple, I dug my fingertips into his back. I'd make him bleed a second time, but this time? I was thinkin' he liked it.

He kept movin' faster and faster and as my breasts pounded against my flesh with the rhythm I could feel that tingle in my toes. Lettin' me know that the time for gettin' off was seriously nigh and I knew it was for him too. Just let it all go...I needed this release. But part of me wanted to keep it up cause it'd been so damn long since I'd gotten any ass. Course, I had slayer stamina I could go all night theoretically, didn't think the same could be said for Watcher Boy.

Moaning I pulled him against my chest, clamping down all around his as I came. A soft almost purr escaping my throat as I got closer and closer and then bam explosion. Been so long, I wanted it to last forever.

[_wes_pryce_]

Arching up once again when her nails scratched over my back, I groaned loudly. She was probably drawing blood, but I couldn't care less. This was nothing. Actually, it only added to the whole experience. I didn't need to be careful, or gentle like I had to be with others. Besides Lilah that is. But she was the furthest person from my mind right now.

I kept pounding into Faith, my teeth scraping over skin. Leaving bite marks that would be long gone come morning. Leaving bruises that I wished would stay, but had very little doubt they even showed up. Our sweat slicked bodies moved over each others. My hard nipples brushing over hers as she pulled me closer. I could feel her body growing tense under mine as we kept pushing ourselves to the brink.

Rubbing harder over her sweetspot, I sped up as fast as I could. My breath was coming in shallow pants as I felt her freezing underneath me. My mouth crushed over hers and any shouts either of us made died inside of them. I was standing on the edge, teetering to fall over her. She clamped down hard around me when she came and my balls rose up all the way. White noise surrounded me as I climaxed, releasing myself into her.

I slowed down my thrusts, still moving my thumb over her clit as we both came down from our orgasms. I slumped forward, catching myself on my elbows, slowly licking my lips as I pushed into her a few more times. Catching my breath, I just looked at her curiously, watching her face as she floated down from the hight she'd climbed.

[neverbeenfree]

Breathing hard for a few minutes, I let him stay where he was, pressing down on top of me. Damn. Where had he learned that? If I ever saw that lawyer bitch again I'd be sure to thank her before knockin' her ass out again. And believe me, if I saw Lilah again knockin' her out was gonna be the least of her worries. I didn't want her sniffin' around me again, even if Wes was tryin' to get into her pants. Sure there were a ton of other chicks lookin' to get laid with a scruffy Brittish guy with mad skills.

After a minute I groaned and gently rolled him off of me. Stretching my arms above my head I wondered if we were gonna wander into the serious awkwardness that sometimes came after a roll in the sack. With anyone else I wouldn't worry about it but with Wes? Everything was different and I never knew what to expect. I wasn't ready to go back into the next room though.

Instead I stood up and lazily began pulling clothes back on again. Should I say thank you or something? Glancing down at the bed I saw him watching me with a sort of eerie detached expression.

"What?" I asked him, suddenly sort of self conscious.

[watcher_pryce]

We just lay there for a moment. Me trying to catch my breath, Faith... I've no idea what Faith was doing. But I doubt it was catching her breath, and quite frankly I didn't care. I was feeling rather lazy and sated at the moment. Who knew that shagging ones former slayer would be so good? Goes right up there with Lilah. Different of course, but still.

She moved us to the side, and I flopped down on my back, pulling out of her with a grown. Our limbs were tangled in each other and the sheets. Both of still naked, not bothering to cover up. I doubt either of us cared. How very unlike the old me, who'd have scrambled for the sheets right away. After stammering and stuttering something no doubt. God, I was such a fool.

I frowned when she moved from the bed and started to get dressed. Raising an eyebrow I sighed, shaking my head. Propping up the pillow, I sat against it and watched her for a moment. "Leaving so soon?" I asked curious. "Not one for afterglow then I guess." I shrugged at that, stacking my hands behind my head, eyes racking over her body. Not as though I really cared. If she wanted to go back to her room, fine by me. I'd rather keep an eye on her though. She'd been acting very odd.

[neverbeenfree]

"Didn't think you were one for post-coital chats, Wes." I smirked at him as I finished pullin' on my leather pants before sittin' on the edge of the bed and pullin' on my boots. Once I was fully dressed, I grabbed the bottle of whiskey and took another swig. "Unless you wanted to go another round." I turned a grin down at him after I'd swallowed the mouthful of liquor. "Cause I gotta tell you I could go for like ten more rounds, easy."

Somehow for as good as Wesley was, I doubted he could keep up with slayer stamina for ten more times. No one ever could, cept for B. Not that I'd know or anything just sorta figured a slayer'd be able to keep up with a slayer, ya know? Or maybe Angel. Vamps got the super strength goin' for 'em too. Not that I was complainin', because I liked warm bodies pressed against my skin. Never did get why B liked gettin' bouncy with the cold variety.

Course if he wanted to play again he was gonna have to undress me again. Didn't really see the downside in that scenario. Takin' another long swallow from the bottle I handed it to him so he could take a swig. Share, share it's only fair, right?

But if I wanted to be honest with myself I was just wastin' time in here to waste some time. Cause if I went back into the other room they'd come back. Sometimes they were around when he was too, but mostly they stayed away. They always got to me more when I was alone. I didn't wanna be alone. But...I still had that little thing called pride to deal with. And it was screamin' in my ear to bail while the bailing was still good.

[_wes_pryce_]

Pulling up one leg, I just watched as she got dressed. She grabbed the whiskey and took a swig from it. Several in fact. I got the idea she was stalling going back to her own room, and I had to wonder why that is. Perhaps because she was afraid to see the shadows of the past again? Who knew, I certainly didn't.

"Well," I shrugged, accepting the bottle from her. "I'm only a mere mortal, ten rounds would've been overdoing it." One or two more though...maybe. Lilah and I managed three or four in one night, once we were on a roll. Or rather, she did. I just watched her come over and over again. Like putty in my hands. Made me feel powerful, silly as that sounds.

Taking a swig from the whiskey, I glanced at her again as she hovered near my bed. I didn't cover myself up. I mean, why bother now. Not much to see anyway. "You can stay if you want," I shrugged again, trying to sound casual. To be honest, I didn't want to be alone here. Our little romp had made it quite clear how lonely I'd been since I had my throat cut. Lilah aside, but that was just a past time. So to speak. "Not like I'm kicking you out." Taking another swig, I kept looking in her eyes, carefully keeping my expression blank.