Starting Over
I didn't have any dreams that night, thank fucking God, cuz I was sorta scared they'd be like the ones from the plane. Full of guilt at all the shit I'd done - mainly to Wes - and just generally feeling sorry for myself. And that sure as hell wasn't the Faith I wanted to be
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Ah, yes. As if the first session hadn't been exhausting enough, I now recalled waking at least twice more during the night to fuck Faith again. The exact details of how and so forth were still blurry, and expected they would stay that way. But the results were clear enough. I remembered several amazing orgasms of my own, three times that many for Faith, and I was now feeling like I'd been run over by a car. With a groan of effort, I put my legs over the side of the bed and struggled to my feet.
I moved very stiffly toward the bathroom-- everything between my navel and thighs nearly numb with the previous night's exhaustion and abuse. When I emerged, I heard Faith's voice call from the living room.
"Morning, Boss. Got us some yummy food and coffee if ya want some... ok, yeah, I paid for it with your money, but still. Good intentions and all, right?"
Not bothering with clothes, I limped my way into the room only to find that Faith had also neglected to dress. She had, however, gone to the effort of ordering a massive amount of breakfast food, which sat on a tray in front of the couch on which she lounged. Slowly, I made my way around the sofa to join her.
Dropping onto the cushions, I examined the food assembled: bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, fruit, coffee... I nodded, then began fixing a plate for myself. There was a growl, and I realised it was my own stomach letting me know how much energy I'd expended the night before. Setting my plate down, I turned to Faith, put my hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a rough, deep kiss. Letting her go, I sat down to break my fast.
"Thank you," I said more brightly. "Although next time, I'd like my eggs over easy."
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Just as I finished eating that bite, he pulled me to him and kissed me. Like, fucking hard and hot that only reminded me of last night. My hands just sorta found their way back into his hair, like I was on auto-pilot or something, but he let go of me and I staggered a bit, blinking.
Oh fuck, he was naked too...
"Thank you. Although next time, I'd like my eggs over easy."
"Huh?" I looked down at the food I'd ordered for us and rolled my eyes. "Oh, whatever, Wes. I got us food. Be happy with that. Geez, it's not like you're the boss of me when it comes to fucking breakfast, now is it?"
He was sitting next to me and it was just... weird. Kinda domestic and shit, with us eating and not fighting and naked. Naked and not fucking.
I shifted a little on the couch, not from nervousness but more like... how the hell was I supposed to act around him right now? I took another drag and then offered my cig to Wes.
"C'mon. It won't bite... well, not like I did last night, at least." Hey, a cig was the least he could take after all the other times he'd woken me up for a nice fuck.
Yeah, this should all be interesting...
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I was in the middle of chewing my way through a piece of toast as I considered-- ruminated, literally-- on the question. Our current shared state of nakedness was not lost on me, particularly after the kiss I'd somehow decided to indulge in, but having another go 'round with Faith was not what I was intending for this morning.
"We never did get that specific about the boundaries, Faith," I said casually. "But you did make it quite clear that I had last word in every capacity. Although since I didn't ask you to order it in the first place, I think we'll let it slide."
The awkardness was still almost palpable between us as we both took a few more bites of food in silence. Finally, Faith reached out and offered me her lit cigarette, and I stared at it for a moment, surprised by the gesture.
"C'mon. It won't bite... well, not like I did last night, at least."
"No," I said, grasping the half-burned cigarette between my fingers, "No, you're right about that."
I took a short, tentative pull on the cigarette. The acrid warmth coursed through me, and I fought back the cough that threatened to blow my cool. I tapped off the ashes on a provided ashtray before handing it back to Faith.
Seeing the questions developing very strongly in Faith's expression, I gave the matter some further thought. In Faith's own words, as I'd reminded her, was that I 'called the shots, in and out of bed'. And bed was only one of the places where that arrangement was destined to be put quite to the test. The other was in the field, especially during training. Faith was bound to pull against the bit even harder.
It was time to find out just how hard.
"So, are you ready to get back to training?"
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What boundaries? We talking safe words here or something? I was gonna ask, but he kept right on talking.
"But you did make it quite clear that I had last word in every capacity. Although since I didn't ask you to order it in the first place, I think we'll let it slide."
Had I? In and outta bed, but I was figuring on sex and training, not fucking breakfast. Whatev. I went back to eating and watched Wes try to take a drag on my cig without laughing. "Man, you just don't get out much, do you?" He'd done a pretty good job, though, so I couldn't tease. Guess Wes was one to stick to liquor when he felt all stressed.
Me? Cigs, sex, and staking.
"So, are you ready to get back to training?"
Speaking of...
"Yeah," I answered automatically, since we hadn't had any training at all. Let's face it, we made the arrangement, I froze and let Wes almost get killed, then he fought and fucked. That was about it. "You just gotta promise me that we'll really get some work done. I haven't killed anything in fucking ages, Wes. I'm all..."
I squirmed in my seat a little as I took the cig back from him.
"... tense."
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"No," I replied, smirking. "No, I'm pretty much just a boring homebody. Until we hit the road, most nights were just come home, lock up the weapons, shower, microwave something resembling food with the best bottle of wine I could afford that week, then to bed."
At least, I thought, when I was with Lilah, I was amusing myself with that giant folly. Afterwards, the absence of sex just sort of underlined how dreadfully lonely I'd become. Now with Faith, I was certainly never to be alone, and obviously, the sex had returned to the equation, but was I finally not lonely? Somehow, I thought it might be just a bit too early to tell yet.
But the outlook seemed good.
"You just gotta promise me that we'll really get some work done. I haven't killed anything in fucking ages, Wes. I'm all... tense."
Faith-- whose state of undress was a detail that strangely slipped into and out of my awareness, though I was surely aware then-- moved restlessly on the sofa. It wask, despite her cigarette and lazy picking at the remains of her breakfast, not too unlike watching a caged feline stalk its confinement, itching to hunt freely. It was an instinctual gesture, something almost animal, and it did not escape my notice.
"Tense? After all that last night?" I stretched my neck, trying to work out a knot. "We're definitely going to have to do some serious training, because it looks like I won't be able to soothe your savage beast sufficiently."
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I stole his piece of bacon and popped it into my mouth. "Yeah, well, we're gonna hafta change all that. Cuz homebody shit? Pretty boring, Wes." I paused and looked sideways at him.
"Unless you got better plans on this homebody sitch that would make it not boring, of course." Cuz me? Oh, I could think up all sorts of shit that would make life with Wes interesting.
Funny. Life with Wes, as if that was it. We were gonna be fuck-buddies and maybe something more from now on, and we'd both accepted it.
How weird is that?
"Tense? After all that last night?"
"Well..."
"We're definitely going to have to do some serious training, because it looks like I won't be able to soothe your savage beast sufficiently."
I grinned at him and noticed that for a guy who claimed to be all sorts of tired? He was raring to go, if you know what I mean. I crawled over to him, still squirmy and straddled his legs. Yeah, so here we were again, two fucked-up people, naked and hungry in more ways than one.
"Well, we could practice..."
All thoughts of training sorta went outta the window, and all I could think of was him fucking me again. Hard. In the ass, like on the plane, pulling my hair, hurting me until I cried and let everything painful and hurting in me out cuz of him. I rubbed myself against his cock to show him just how wet I already was, completely forgetting he was calling all the shots now.
"Wes," I complained, "need you to fuck me again..."
Like he'd say no.
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The plea came out half petulant child and half wanton, which in a great many ways was as good a summary of Faith's current mood as any. And as if I couldn't tell for myself, Faith made sure tha I understood how serious she was, wetting my cock with her insistence. And, well, as I could have predicted would happen, I indulged her, though turning her arse bright red and throbbing with my hands chided her sufficiently for it.
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