Going Home - Wes/Faith Smut!
Faith wiped the remnants of vampire dust from her leather jacket, scowling as she made her way up the railing to the small flat she now shared with Wesley.
She hated when he was away, but alas, a crisis in England (something to do with his father-he hadn’t told her, and she hadn’t asked) had robbed her of his company for the past week. There would be no one to give her a crooked smile when she sauntered in through the front door. There would be no one to chide her when she threw her stake carelessly on the floor. There would be no one to give her a back rub. No one to fuck her like she was their life raft, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy a hundred times before giving in and finally letting her come undone.
Sometimes she hated him for making her need him-for making her so afraid of losing him. She wasn’t used to looking out for anyone else. And she certainly wasn’t used to having someone look out for her.
Faith jammed her key carelessly into the lock. She looked down and noticed a package. Picking it up, she gave it a little shake before turning her attention back to the fitful door.
“Fuck,” she muttered, eventually breaking it and slinking inside. She threw her stake on the floor, and let her leather coat slip from her sore and bruised shoulders. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Wesley there, asking her what was wrong and drawing her into his arms like he did on the nights that he didn’t join her in the hunt, when she would come home to find him pouring over his damned books. Sometimes she was jealous of the attention those musty old books garnered from her Watcher.
“I had a shitty night,” she said aloud in the darkness. No one was listening though, so she flipped on the light. Taking the package into the kitchen, she found a knife and began to cut it open.
There was a note inside the box, with packing underneath it, hiding what it contained. She unfolded the note and was greeted with his familiar, impossibly elegant handwriting.
Faith,
Enclosed you will find some treats I picked up for you while in London. I expect to be home by Friday, at which time I hope you will not have already gone through them all. I know how greedy you can be when it comes to chocolate.
I wish I was there to see the petulant look on your face as you read that last sentence.
Wesley
Faith traced the name on the paper and frowned. It was only Wednesday. She took out the packing material and discovered about twenty chocolate bars beneath. Her mouth watered at the sight of them, and she realized that she hadn’t really eaten much all day. She immediately unwrapped one and took a bite, moaning when the dark, bitter taste flowered on her tongue. It was the best damn chocolate she’d ever had! She took the box to the bedroom and plopped it on the bed. Then she stripped and went into the shower to wash away the blood and dirt that had accumulated in her hair and on her body during her night of slaying.
As she stood under the hot spray she felt the tension in her shoulders start to dissipate. She closed her eyes and imagined Wes was there with her, standing behind her and washing her hair. She imagined his wet skin touching hers, his arousal pressing against her back as his soapy hands played on her body-a dozen heady memories mixing together. She felt her own arousal gain territory, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming as she brought herself off with her own fingers, frustrated even as she came because they weren’t his fingers-his mouth, his cock. Her other hand clutched at the shower curtain, and she accidentally tore it from the rings.
After she dried off she didn’t bother with underwear-just pulled one of Wes’ white shirts on and crawled into bed after putting Gone in 60 Seconds into the VCR that she’d forced Wes to buy. She’d dragged the TV in from the living room because she didn’t want to go to sleep in silence. Now she had a movie and plenty of chocolate to consume. If that didn’t put her into a coma, then, well…
Four chocolate bars and a couple of car heists later, she was passed out on the bed, surrounded by wrappers and not a few chocolate crumbs.
***
Wesley surveyed the broken door with apprehension and just a bit of worry. As he walked inside he set his bags down beside the door. He saw Faith’s stake and jacket on the ground and frowned. The steak knife on the kitchen table looked ominous as a glint of moonlight shone through the window and reflected off of it.
The broken door was probably Faith’s doing, he reassured himself. As he sauntered into the bedroom his fears were indeed availed. There in the middle of the bed, lying on her stomach with her face buried in his pillow, was Faith. She hadn’t even bothered to climb underneath the covers, and her bare legs sprawled out behind her. The curve of her ass was only half hidden by the shirt she was wearing-his, if he wasn’t mistaken. He felt a stir of desire as he looked at her displayed thus, so completely natural and sensual, as she usually was. When she was asleep there was an added sensuality that came with vulnerability. The barriers that she built around herself-barriers that he had mostly broken down, but were still sometimes there-were gone.
Wesley rolled his sleeves up slowly as he watched her sleep. Taking note of the crumbs on the bed he felt a bit annoyed, but he knew that he would have a wonderful time “reprimanding” Faith for her actions, which more than made up for the fact. He took a pair of handcuffs from the bottom drawer of the dresser and went to the bed, still fully clothed, and gently sat down beside her. Faith let out a sleepy moan and rolled so that she was on her stomach. Wesley sat perfectly still, as not to wake her. After a few moments he reached for her hands and gently guided them to the bedpost.
***
The metallic snap of a lock woke Faith from her deep sleep, and she panicked for a moment as she realized that she was handcuffed to the bed. However, the panic was overridden by a different emotion as she felt a familiar pair of hands ghosting across her back, and a familiar pair of lips pressing the softest, lightest kisses against the part of her neck that met her shoulder. The sound that ripped from her throat sounded almost inhuman.
“Wes!” She gasped, struggling against the cuffs. She had difficulty even moving her head around. “Let me out of these.”
“Shhh,” Wesley cooed in her ear, one of his hands snaking beneath her torso and expertly undoing the buttons of the shirt she had stolen from his closet. Once this task was complete he pulled her onto her knees. His hands cupped her breasts and she felt his erection press against her ass through the fabric of his pants. She let out a frustrated moan. She was almost completely naked, and he still had his clothes on.
That didn’t seem fair. Nor was it fair that he came back early without telling her. And it definitely wasn’t fair that he had her handcuffed to the bed, lying on her stomach so she couldn’t even see his beautiful face-the face that she’d been desperately missing for a week.
“Please Wes,” she mumbled, thrusting back against him with her hips. This made him hitch his breath, and she felt a surge of hope. “I want to see you. Need to touch you. Please,” she begged.
Wesley clucked his tongue disapprovingly and ran his hand up her back, fisting it into her hair. “Poor, Faith,” he drawled. “I quite missed you too. But it appears that you’ve been very, very bad while I was away.”
Faith felt both thrilled and angry at once. After a week without him, the sound of his voice was almost enough to make her come. She knew where this was leading. She wanted it, but she also wanted to see him. She could of course break free from the handcuffs if she tried, but this was part of the game they played. And really, she loved it. She loved it when he took control. Sometimes she was sick of having so much power. In these moments the world seemed to slip away, and there was nothing except the two of them. He tended the embers so that she wouldn’t burst into flames.
“I’m afraid there are a few matters that need to be addressed,” he lamented. “Firstly, I was quite annoyed to see that you’ve broken the front door.”
Faith bit her lip, bracing herself. Wes’s right hand pulled her toward him by the hair-not too tightly, but just tight enough to bring her head back slightly.
“That was your doing, wasn’t it Faith?” The ragged whisper in her ear did things to her that she couldn’t explain-and even if she could she wasn’t sure she’d want to.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“What was that, Faith?” His voice was louder now-sharp and English.
“Yes!”
She felt the swoosh of cool air against her ass a moment before his left hand came crashing down. She cried out from the contact, and felt the heat begin to radiate from the spot where he struck her. She also felt the heat of her arousal. If he’d only lower his hand a few inches, he’d find her wet and ready for him.
He didn’t need to though-the scent of her arousal filled the room, and she heard his breathing become ragged.
“I’m afraid we aren’t done yet, Faith. There’s also the troubling issue of your weapons and clothes strewn about the living room.” He punctuated this list of crimes by giving her two more hard smacks. Then he lowered his hand to probe the folds of her sex. She gasped at the sudden contact.
“You’re so wet, Faith,” he mumbled as she pushed against his hand. When he moved his hand away she almost lost control and broke the headboard.
“Wes, you fucking bastard.”
“Now, now, Faith. Manners,” he kissed her shoulder.
“About these chocolate crumbs…” He picked a small piece of chocolate up with the same hand that he’d just used on her, and lifted it to her mouth. “Eat it,” he ordered softly, and she did-the taste of her own sex mingling with the chocolate as she took his fingers into her mouth and began to suck. This elicited a moan from him, and for the first time she realized that he was as anxious as she was.
“Are there any other things I should know about?” His voice sounded husky in her ear. He was achingly hard, but he also wasn’t one to rush things. He removed his fingers from her mouth and she thrilled when she heard the sound of his zipper.
“Shower curtain,” Faith offered, barely able to put together syllables.
“I’m sorry, Faith?”
“The shower curtain…I ripped it from the rings,” she admitted, gritting her teeth.
“Why on earth would you do that?”
“Because I was...” She felt her cheeks turn red.
“Were what? Bringing yourself off in the shower? Why, Faith, you aren’t usually shy about such things. And pray tell, who were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?”
“You, Wesley.” She felt the anger starting to rise again. She didn’t like when he put her on the spot-when he made her admit how much she needed him. She wondered if they were equal on that score.
There was no need for her to worry, however. Those two words seemed to wrap around Wesley’s cock as though they were her hands, her mouth, or her cunt, and he realized that he couldn’t wait anymore. He quickly removed his pants and shirt and then reached into the nightstand drawer for the key to the handcuffs. His hands were shaking slightly as he undid her restraints and roughly turned her over. The look of hunger in her eyes matched his.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered, before claiming her lips with his. Faith moaned loudly as his tongue thrust against hers. Her hands went to his bare back and she realized that she had almost forgotten the raised scar under his right shoulder. She wondered absently if she’d caused it. There was a time when that would have freaked her out. But there were so many scars on his body now; it seemed pointless to try to weed hers out. Besides, Wesley’s kisses were leaving her too senseless to think much about anything.
Just as she worried she might run out of air he broke the kiss and began to trail a line with his tongue along her throat. The feel of his chest pressing against hers, his hard cock pressed against her belly, his lips and his hands on her-it was all even better than she remembered.
Even though Wesley was on top, it was Faith who used her strength to draw him inside of her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up against him he found himself sheathed in her tight warmth.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her neck as her muscles squeezed his length.
She grinned wickedly. “That’s kinda the idea, Wes.”
He was still for a moment as he let her adjust to him, and then began to slowly move back and forth inside of her. The look of amusement that had been on her face washed away as his movements sped up. Every thrust seemed to send him deeper, and she wondered how he was always able to reach that sensitive spot inside her that sent her over the edge. No one had ever found it before.Faith’s hands clutched the sheets as Wesley continued to pound in and out of her. She felt a familiar tightening, and within moments she was screaming as her orgasm took hold. The intensity of Faith’s release proved too much for Wesley, and he growled as he reached his own.
***
They lay together silently for a few moments, clutching one another and breathing heavily. Wes finally rolled to the side. Faith regretted the loss of his weight, but she put her head on his chest instead and played with the hair there as a feeling of satiation took over her.
“This night turned out much better than I thought it would,” she said playfully, kissing his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Indeed.”
“I missed you, Wes.” She looked up at him, and his heart could have melted from the innocent expression on her face. When she was open with him like this he appreciated it all the more, because it was so rare.
“I know,” he replied, a wry smile forming on his lips.
“You are an asshole,” she pouted.
“I know,” he grinned, and brushed the sticky, wayward hairs from her face. “You can beat me up tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” He reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them up so that they were cocooned in each others’ warmth. Faith let out a happy sigh as she felt herself giving in to exhaustion. In the morning Wes would make her breakfast. He would sit down with his cup of tea and read the newspaper while she watched talk shows or cartoons, laughing every now and then at some ridiculous thing happening on the television, but trying to hide his amusement. These were the times that made all the demons, vampires and slaying worth while.
It was a better life than either of them could have hoped for less than a year ago.
“Faith?”
“Mmm,” the slayer groaned sleepily.
“I missed you too.”
A smile spread across her face-he could feel it against his shoulder.
“I know.”
She hated when he was away, but alas, a crisis in England (something to do with his father-he hadn’t told her, and she hadn’t asked) had robbed her of his company for the past week. There would be no one to give her a crooked smile when she sauntered in through the front door. There would be no one to chide her when she threw her stake carelessly on the floor. There would be no one to give her a back rub. No one to fuck her like she was their life raft, bringing her to the edge of ecstasy a hundred times before giving in and finally letting her come undone.
Sometimes she hated him for making her need him-for making her so afraid of losing him. She wasn’t used to looking out for anyone else. And she certainly wasn’t used to having someone look out for her.
Faith jammed her key carelessly into the lock. She looked down and noticed a package. Picking it up, she gave it a little shake before turning her attention back to the fitful door.
“Fuck,” she muttered, eventually breaking it and slinking inside. She threw her stake on the floor, and let her leather coat slip from her sore and bruised shoulders. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Wesley there, asking her what was wrong and drawing her into his arms like he did on the nights that he didn’t join her in the hunt, when she would come home to find him pouring over his damned books. Sometimes she was jealous of the attention those musty old books garnered from her Watcher.
“I had a shitty night,” she said aloud in the darkness. No one was listening though, so she flipped on the light. Taking the package into the kitchen, she found a knife and began to cut it open.
There was a note inside the box, with packing underneath it, hiding what it contained. She unfolded the note and was greeted with his familiar, impossibly elegant handwriting.
Faith,
Enclosed you will find some treats I picked up for you while in London. I expect to be home by Friday, at which time I hope you will not have already gone through them all. I know how greedy you can be when it comes to chocolate.
I wish I was there to see the petulant look on your face as you read that last sentence.
Wesley
Faith traced the name on the paper and frowned. It was only Wednesday. She took out the packing material and discovered about twenty chocolate bars beneath. Her mouth watered at the sight of them, and she realized that she hadn’t really eaten much all day. She immediately unwrapped one and took a bite, moaning when the dark, bitter taste flowered on her tongue. It was the best damn chocolate she’d ever had! She took the box to the bedroom and plopped it on the bed. Then she stripped and went into the shower to wash away the blood and dirt that had accumulated in her hair and on her body during her night of slaying.
As she stood under the hot spray she felt the tension in her shoulders start to dissipate. She closed her eyes and imagined Wes was there with her, standing behind her and washing her hair. She imagined his wet skin touching hers, his arousal pressing against her back as his soapy hands played on her body-a dozen heady memories mixing together. She felt her own arousal gain territory, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming as she brought herself off with her own fingers, frustrated even as she came because they weren’t his fingers-his mouth, his cock. Her other hand clutched at the shower curtain, and she accidentally tore it from the rings.
After she dried off she didn’t bother with underwear-just pulled one of Wes’ white shirts on and crawled into bed after putting Gone in 60 Seconds into the VCR that she’d forced Wes to buy. She’d dragged the TV in from the living room because she didn’t want to go to sleep in silence. Now she had a movie and plenty of chocolate to consume. If that didn’t put her into a coma, then, well…
Four chocolate bars and a couple of car heists later, she was passed out on the bed, surrounded by wrappers and not a few chocolate crumbs.
***
Wesley surveyed the broken door with apprehension and just a bit of worry. As he walked inside he set his bags down beside the door. He saw Faith’s stake and jacket on the ground and frowned. The steak knife on the kitchen table looked ominous as a glint of moonlight shone through the window and reflected off of it.
The broken door was probably Faith’s doing, he reassured himself. As he sauntered into the bedroom his fears were indeed availed. There in the middle of the bed, lying on her stomach with her face buried in his pillow, was Faith. She hadn’t even bothered to climb underneath the covers, and her bare legs sprawled out behind her. The curve of her ass was only half hidden by the shirt she was wearing-his, if he wasn’t mistaken. He felt a stir of desire as he looked at her displayed thus, so completely natural and sensual, as she usually was. When she was asleep there was an added sensuality that came with vulnerability. The barriers that she built around herself-barriers that he had mostly broken down, but were still sometimes there-were gone.
Wesley rolled his sleeves up slowly as he watched her sleep. Taking note of the crumbs on the bed he felt a bit annoyed, but he knew that he would have a wonderful time “reprimanding” Faith for her actions, which more than made up for the fact. He took a pair of handcuffs from the bottom drawer of the dresser and went to the bed, still fully clothed, and gently sat down beside her. Faith let out a sleepy moan and rolled so that she was on her stomach. Wesley sat perfectly still, as not to wake her. After a few moments he reached for her hands and gently guided them to the bedpost.
***
The metallic snap of a lock woke Faith from her deep sleep, and she panicked for a moment as she realized that she was handcuffed to the bed. However, the panic was overridden by a different emotion as she felt a familiar pair of hands ghosting across her back, and a familiar pair of lips pressing the softest, lightest kisses against the part of her neck that met her shoulder. The sound that ripped from her throat sounded almost inhuman.
“Wes!” She gasped, struggling against the cuffs. She had difficulty even moving her head around. “Let me out of these.”
“Shhh,” Wesley cooed in her ear, one of his hands snaking beneath her torso and expertly undoing the buttons of the shirt she had stolen from his closet. Once this task was complete he pulled her onto her knees. His hands cupped her breasts and she felt his erection press against her ass through the fabric of his pants. She let out a frustrated moan. She was almost completely naked, and he still had his clothes on.
That didn’t seem fair. Nor was it fair that he came back early without telling her. And it definitely wasn’t fair that he had her handcuffed to the bed, lying on her stomach so she couldn’t even see his beautiful face-the face that she’d been desperately missing for a week.
“Please Wes,” she mumbled, thrusting back against him with her hips. This made him hitch his breath, and she felt a surge of hope. “I want to see you. Need to touch you. Please,” she begged.
Wesley clucked his tongue disapprovingly and ran his hand up her back, fisting it into her hair. “Poor, Faith,” he drawled. “I quite missed you too. But it appears that you’ve been very, very bad while I was away.”
Faith felt both thrilled and angry at once. After a week without him, the sound of his voice was almost enough to make her come. She knew where this was leading. She wanted it, but she also wanted to see him. She could of course break free from the handcuffs if she tried, but this was part of the game they played. And really, she loved it. She loved it when he took control. Sometimes she was sick of having so much power. In these moments the world seemed to slip away, and there was nothing except the two of them. He tended the embers so that she wouldn’t burst into flames.
“I’m afraid there are a few matters that need to be addressed,” he lamented. “Firstly, I was quite annoyed to see that you’ve broken the front door.”
Faith bit her lip, bracing herself. Wes’s right hand pulled her toward him by the hair-not too tightly, but just tight enough to bring her head back slightly.
“That was your doing, wasn’t it Faith?” The ragged whisper in her ear did things to her that she couldn’t explain-and even if she could she wasn’t sure she’d want to.
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“What was that, Faith?” His voice was louder now-sharp and English.
“Yes!”
She felt the swoosh of cool air against her ass a moment before his left hand came crashing down. She cried out from the contact, and felt the heat begin to radiate from the spot where he struck her. She also felt the heat of her arousal. If he’d only lower his hand a few inches, he’d find her wet and ready for him.
He didn’t need to though-the scent of her arousal filled the room, and she heard his breathing become ragged.
“I’m afraid we aren’t done yet, Faith. There’s also the troubling issue of your weapons and clothes strewn about the living room.” He punctuated this list of crimes by giving her two more hard smacks. Then he lowered his hand to probe the folds of her sex. She gasped at the sudden contact.
“You’re so wet, Faith,” he mumbled as she pushed against his hand. When he moved his hand away she almost lost control and broke the headboard.
“Wes, you fucking bastard.”
“Now, now, Faith. Manners,” he kissed her shoulder.
“About these chocolate crumbs…” He picked a small piece of chocolate up with the same hand that he’d just used on her, and lifted it to her mouth. “Eat it,” he ordered softly, and she did-the taste of her own sex mingling with the chocolate as she took his fingers into her mouth and began to suck. This elicited a moan from him, and for the first time she realized that he was as anxious as she was.
“Are there any other things I should know about?” His voice sounded husky in her ear. He was achingly hard, but he also wasn’t one to rush things. He removed his fingers from her mouth and she thrilled when she heard the sound of his zipper.
“Shower curtain,” Faith offered, barely able to put together syllables.
“I’m sorry, Faith?”
“The shower curtain…I ripped it from the rings,” she admitted, gritting her teeth.
“Why on earth would you do that?”
“Because I was...” She felt her cheeks turn red.
“Were what? Bringing yourself off in the shower? Why, Faith, you aren’t usually shy about such things. And pray tell, who were you thinking of when you were touching yourself?”
“You, Wesley.” She felt the anger starting to rise again. She didn’t like when he put her on the spot-when he made her admit how much she needed him. She wondered if they were equal on that score.
There was no need for her to worry, however. Those two words seemed to wrap around Wesley’s cock as though they were her hands, her mouth, or her cunt, and he realized that he couldn’t wait anymore. He quickly removed his pants and shirt and then reached into the nightstand drawer for the key to the handcuffs. His hands were shaking slightly as he undid her restraints and roughly turned her over. The look of hunger in her eyes matched his.
“There’s my girl,” he whispered, before claiming her lips with his. Faith moaned loudly as his tongue thrust against hers. Her hands went to his bare back and she realized that she had almost forgotten the raised scar under his right shoulder. She wondered absently if she’d caused it. There was a time when that would have freaked her out. But there were so many scars on his body now; it seemed pointless to try to weed hers out. Besides, Wesley’s kisses were leaving her too senseless to think much about anything.
Just as she worried she might run out of air he broke the kiss and began to trail a line with his tongue along her throat. The feel of his chest pressing against hers, his hard cock pressed against her belly, his lips and his hands on her-it was all even better than she remembered.
Even though Wesley was on top, it was Faith who used her strength to draw him inside of her. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust up against him he found himself sheathed in her tight warmth.
“Fuck,” he muttered against her neck as her muscles squeezed his length.
She grinned wickedly. “That’s kinda the idea, Wes.”
He was still for a moment as he let her adjust to him, and then began to slowly move back and forth inside of her. The look of amusement that had been on her face washed away as his movements sped up. Every thrust seemed to send him deeper, and she wondered how he was always able to reach that sensitive spot inside her that sent her over the edge. No one had ever found it before.Faith’s hands clutched the sheets as Wesley continued to pound in and out of her. She felt a familiar tightening, and within moments she was screaming as her orgasm took hold. The intensity of Faith’s release proved too much for Wesley, and he growled as he reached his own.
***
They lay together silently for a few moments, clutching one another and breathing heavily. Wes finally rolled to the side. Faith regretted the loss of his weight, but she put her head on his chest instead and played with the hair there as a feeling of satiation took over her.
“This night turned out much better than I thought it would,” she said playfully, kissing his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
“Indeed.”
“I missed you, Wes.” She looked up at him, and his heart could have melted from the innocent expression on her face. When she was open with him like this he appreciated it all the more, because it was so rare.
“I know,” he replied, a wry smile forming on his lips.
“You are an asshole,” she pouted.
“I know,” he grinned, and brushed the sticky, wayward hairs from her face. “You can beat me up tomorrow. Let’s get some sleep.” He reached down and grabbed the covers, pulling them up so that they were cocooned in each others’ warmth. Faith let out a happy sigh as she felt herself giving in to exhaustion. In the morning Wes would make her breakfast. He would sit down with his cup of tea and read the newspaper while she watched talk shows or cartoons, laughing every now and then at some ridiculous thing happening on the television, but trying to hide his amusement. These were the times that made all the demons, vampires and slaying worth while.
It was a better life than either of them could have hoped for less than a year ago.
“Faith?”
“Mmm,” the slayer groaned sleepily.
“I missed you too.”
A smile spread across her face-he could feel it against his shoulder.
“I know.”