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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"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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