Wanting

[wesleys_slayer]

Wes never gave me a chance to say anything to him, cuz the next thing I knew, we were kissing and fuck if I didn't have flashbacks to the one night. I pulled away from him long enough to pull off my shirt, and yeah, I was wearing a nice lace black bra under it. I gave him a look that pretty much said, What else did you expect? before I hopped up

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[wesleys_slayer]

"I thought about you, too... Stroked myself off to the memory of being inside your pussy as you came on it, and the hope that I'd get to feel it again..."

Looks like Wes was 'feeling inclined' or something, cuz that was a helluva lot more than I figured I'd get from him. I shut my eyes, smiling, just trying to get a picture of naked Wes with his hand around his cock and his mind filled with nothing but me. Pictured him coming all over himself and wished I'd been there to lick it up...

Fuck, where had that thought come from?

I leaned closer to him and rolled my hips before I started pumping his cock harder, pinching his chest as his teeth grazed my tit. "Shoulda... told me... before..." Cuz then you coulda had me, Wes. Anytime. Don't you fucking know that by now? Isn't it obvious? You came to save me and I've done nothing to deserve it, oh fuck, nothing... nothing but hurt you...

"I've wanted you so badly, Faith... for so long..."

Since when, Wes? Since SunnyD? Since I had you tied up? God, we must both be fucked in the head to want each other so bad.

I threw back my head as I came on his cock, his words and mine echoing around.

"Face it, Wesley, you really were a jerk. Always walking around as if you had some great big stake rammed up your 'English Channel'... I think I want to hear you scream."
"You never will."
"Admit it, Wesley, didn't you always kind of have the hots for me?"

"FUCK!!"

I collapsed onto his chest in a heap of tears as I continued to come.

[dark_wesley]

Faith leaned forward and our rhythm quickened. With my mouth still closed on around one reddened nipple, and hers opened wide and inviting with pleasure, there was little noise in the room for the moment but the wet slap sound of her riding down and me driving up together. Sheened with sweat, our bodies ground against each other over and over, with Faith clamping down and with my pushing up until there was the edge of the exquisite pain we both knew the other craved.

Panting heavily, Faith breathed words again into my ear.

"Shoulda... told me... before..."

Thoughts far too cogent for my conscious mind began to swirl in other, deeper parts of a brain still clouded and duled with the deafening sensation my body was sending it.

Before when, Faith, I wondered. Before you dropped into my life again, throwing everything out of the window but the mad and inescapable need to be the one with you? Before the night I healed part of my frozen heart with you, but that was as dark as any I'd ever known? Before the chair and the glass and the fire, when I'd hated, pitied and feared you... and still wanted to have you? Or years before when you were young and wild and I wanted nothing more than to discipline you with the flat of my hand and my cock?

A sudden, sharp hurt knocked me out of my mental wandering. It was a moment before I realized that it had been the feeling of Faith's cunt, spasming in great Slayer strength-enhanced waves around my cock. I grit my teeth and jerked my hips upwards as hard as my leverage could manage, hammering myself into her.

"FUCK!!"

Faith's body bowed, back arching sharply as the orgasm raced its way through her muscles, hard and violent and complete. She came like a crashing wave, and it retreated just as quickly. Dropping almost as if in faint against my chest, I could hear the soft sound of a quiet sob and feel the strange cool of wet against my skin, even as her pussy still rippled around me.

"Faith," I whispered, and again, "Faith..."

Raising my head, still repeating her name, I took Faith's tear-streaked face in my hands and kissed her, lips and eyes and cheeks, tasting the salt tang with a tenderness that belied the frantic, pounding fucking. I kissed her tears, not for the sadness she might know, but for the release I knew she needed.

And as if thinking the word made it real, I felt the leading edge of my own wave of climax pressing against the base of my cock. My gentle hold of her turned firm again, and burning eyes met hers.

"Faith," I groaned, "I'm coming..."

My cock went from burning hot to cool as she left, and then back to hot as her mouth engulfed me a moment before the world rumbled and I exploded.

[wesleys_slayer]

"Faith... Faith..."

I was still crying into his chest, tiny spasms still racking my whole fucking body, and Wes for some dumb reason decided to kiss me. Tiny kisses, like, all over my face and eyes and it only made me cry harder. "Please... don't..."

I don't deserve it.

"Faith, I'm coming..."

I nodded and slipped off him, straddling him still but lowering my head until his cock filled my mouth. I shut my eyes and just let his come enter my mouth and slide down my throat like honey, licking my lips when I was done. It didn't feel right, though. Felt like I'd fucked it all up for us somehow just then.

"Sorry," I whispered, not really sure what the hell I was sorry for. "I'm sorry... just... fuck..."

And like that, I started crying again, curled away from Wes where he couldn't see me, and holding one of the pillows close to my chest to cover up all the fucking nakedness that I'd let him already see.