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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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[watcher_pryce]

Goddamit, does she *ever* listen? No, of course not. You should've learned that a long time ago, Pryce. She just loves to push buttons and she finally found one she could push when it came to me. I didn't like it. I didn't like it one bit. I had the feeling there was something more going on then just her morbid interest in a scar. Couldn't figure out what though. And it wasn't as though she was going to answer if I ever had the gal to ask.

Then she bends down again, her lips on that bloody scar once more. A shiver runs through me as soft lips trailed over marred skin. Narrowing my eyes, I growled and hooked my leg under hers. It didn't take much effort to flip us around, slamming her down in the mattress. She looks up at me with wide eyes as I gazed back at her with a blank expression.

"Me?" I raise an eyebrow at her, grinding my hips against hers. "I'm not the one playing around, Faith. You are, you and your morbid fascinations." Leaning down, I nip at her throat, on the spot where my own is blemished with that scar. Nipping my way from one side to the other. I grab her wrists and pin them down above her head. "So," I mutter, looking down at her again. "Do you want to keep playing around. Or can you actually do something?"

[neverbeenfree]

I narrowed my eyes up at him as he pushed my wrists into the mattress and asked me if I could actually do something. Hey! I could do stuff, I could do alot of....stuff. Well, okay right now I was a little bit on the useless side cause I was wicked drunk but besides that? I was sure I could still do...stuff. Pouting a little bit, I raised my hips slightly off the bed, grinding them against him harder. See? Could do stuff no problem yo.

"No morbid fascination. Just think it makes you look kinda hot's all." I smirked up at him deviously as he kept lookin' down at me with a blank expression. "Playin....doin' stuff. Thought it was the same thing." I mumbled, tryin' to pull my wrists from his grip so I could wrap my arms around him again. That was enough of that. He didn't always get to wear the big boy pants...sometimes I wanted to wear them or something. Man, I was way too drunk. The ceiling overhead was swirling around and I started to feel a little bit dizzy. I better not yack, I was gonna be wicked pissed if I ended up pukin'.

Just concentrate on Wesley and I wouldn't have to watch the swirling ceiling.

[watcher_pryce]

Hot. She thinks it makes me look hot. That's possibly the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. Which only tells me just how bloody drunk she is. It's almost like taking advantage of her. If this weren't Faith, and if we'd not already had... fun... in my room. Still don't know where that came from. Can't seem to care either.

I kept a firm grip on her wrists, moving them in one hand as the other wandered over her body. Luckily for me that she was drunk. For once, I had the upper hand, physically that is. I didn't think she was even aware of how drunk she was and how this effected her. Which reminds me to bug the hell out of her later for that pout. It was very un-Faith like. Amusing.

"There's a difference," I shrug, biting down on a groan as she grinds her hips against mine again. Slayers and their resilience when it comes to sex is not an unknown thing for me. I was a trained watcher after all. But I'm starting to think this is a Faith thing. Actually, I know it's a Faith thing. Either that or I'm going to have to have a talk with Giles.

"Playing, would be me tying you to the bed and play your body." Mouthing her nipples through the soft fabric of her top, I bite down in one before moving up to her neck. "And then tease you to the brink, time and time again." Rubbing my erection between her legs, I can feel her shivering. "But not allowing you to go over until I'm damn well and ready."

With one move, I yank her top up and pinch her nipple, before sliding my hand down to unbutton her jeans. "Doing...stuff, would be me just buggering you again. And nothing else." Letting go of her wrists for a moment, I pull down her jeans, and toss them behind me on the floor. I sit back for a moment, watching her nearly naked, spread out before me and raise an eyebrow at her.

[prodigal_slayer]

My lips fell open and I let out another groan, pressing my hips against him as he moved his mouth from my nipples up my neck. Tie me to the bed and play? Yes please. He was already teasing me to the brink though and it was weird. Usually I'd be all tryin' to get what I wanted. Dive right into the good stuff, ya know? Sure, I was no stranger to kink but most guys just wanted to get off and go home. Suited me just fine. Didn't think anybody'd ever stopped to pay much attention to my needs.

I shivered underneath his touch as he suddenly yanked up my top and then yanked down my jeans. Biting my lip I looked up at him as he sat nearby and just....looked at me. Nobody ever did that, usually just long enough to figure out that they wanna screw me. Suddenly I felt kinda nervous under the scrutiny of his gaze.

After a minute, I sat up a little bit and matched his stare, my head lolling a little lazily to the side as the room spun around behind him.

"What are you doing?" I asked, grabbing his hand and pressing it to my stomach and then up and across the swell of my breasts. Now was touching time, why weren't we touching? He was freakin' me out just lookin' at me like that.

[watcher_pryce]

She didn't like being watched. That was something I filed away in the back of my head for later. For now I just smirked at her and let her grab my hand. Her skin was smooth under my palm. Sliding over stomach, breasts, and down again. "I'm watching," I said in a low voice. "I like watching you." Pinching a nipple as she ran my hand over her breast again, I laughed when she gasped loudly.

I'd seen the way her eyes had lit up at my words. Another thing I could use. I waited until she moved my hand up again and then pushed her down on the bed. Straddling her, I cupped both her breasts, running my hands over them as I stared into her eyes for a long moment. She didn't like being watched, and the fact that I was doing it made her nervous. It made me hard.

I slid my hands down and grabbed her wrists, slamming them down above her head. Leaning my body down on hers, I captured her mouth for a rough kiss while I pressed her wrists into the mattress. She could get away easily, being a slayer. But she didn't. Her mind probably not working a hundred percent.

When we pulled back she was panting for air. I leaned in close, my lips mere inches away from her as I gazed into her eyes. "Would you like that, Faith?" I asked, rubbing my still trapped cock between her legs. The denim of my jeans brushing over her sweet spot. "Me tying you up all helpless and vulnerable. Spread open naked and eager for me to do with out whatever I want. Touch you, lick you, bite you, bugger you into the mattress until you cream my name?"

[prodigal_slayer]

Fuck me! Well, that was pretty much the whole point of this whole little game we were playin'. I wanted him to fuck me and instead he was teasin' me, tryin' to get a reaction out of me. His eyes burning into me, making my skin crawl as he pressed against me. Could feel how hard he was through his pants as he rubbed up against me, pressing my wrists into the mattress. Desperately I tried to make my hips rise higher, tried to press my lips to his but he just held me firmly on the bed and asked me if I wanted. Oh my God did I want it. Did he have any idea what it was like bein' trapped with a hundred other chicks and a few guards for a couple years? The only sex I ever got was the occasional fuck in the showers, and the guards late at night anytime I was locked up in solitary.

I wondered if the thought of tying me up and makin' me all helpless was making him so hard. Not that Id blame him especially considering our past together. I was so drunk and I was sure that if he wanted revenge for that little game he could take it right now. There wasn't anything to trust, I didn't trust him especially with that wicked little gleam in his eyes. I never trusted anyone actually, but I was no stranger to a few kinks and trust was hardly an issue if I was gonna get off.

"Fuck..." I moaned out as he pressed against me again, and I was still breathless from his mouth pressed to mine. "Wes, please." I begged trying to press against him harder. Needed it so damn bad, and when I focused on him I didn't notice how much the room was spinning at all, and I didn't think about ghosts. My body temperature I was sure had just climbed ten degrees and if he didn't get me off soon I was gonna have to get me off. 'Cept I knew he wasnt' gonna let me. "I need it." I breathed out, finally arching my neck up high enough to press my lips to his again.

I knew that even if it was just a little bit? I was givin' myself up and over to him. Offering myself up on a silver fucking platter, but it wasn't about trust. It was about need. I wondered if Lilah was gonna be pissed that she wasn't gettin' tied to the bed anymore. At the moment I didn't really give a fuck.

[watcher_pryce]

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