Looking for Trouble
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, I cursed silently as my heart pounded almost painfully against my rib cage. The tactic had been solid in theory, at least, if not in practice. After a long morning spent tangled with Faith in any number of permutations of coupling, we'd finally dressed, showered and had a proper meal. Once the sun had set, we were out on
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Running over to him, I checked him over quickly. He was out, completely. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. My head snapped up at the vamp that had done it to him and I kicked it hard, sending it flying to the ground, then recovered one of my stakes. Running back over to it, the vamp was dust in seconds.
Hey, at least this time during training, I hadn't frozen.
"Wes?" I tossed the stake aside and slapped his face a few times. Nothing. Looking at all of his injuries, I whispered, "K, I'm gonna get you home, got it? Don't die on me. Don't fucking die!" Hadda get him home. Clean the wounds, all that shit that he'd taught me.
I was surprised that it didn't take that long, actually. We were back "home" and he was resting in bed, with the best I could do in terms of first aid. I looked over his wounds, and figured they'd be ok, except for this one. It started on his back where the vamp had clawed at him, then wrapped around until it hit his stomach.
See, I had him lying on his side, figuring that was the best thing to do, but then I saw that wound. Saw it in his gut. Gingerly, I pulled up my own tank top and traced the scars there from my own knife that B had shoved into my gut.
Wes and I were matching finally. Poor guy.
And what did I get outta it? A coma. Nobody cared about me, nobody checked on me, and when I woke up, did anyone ask about that wound? About how it felt to feel like the thing you were fighting had pretty much killed you? Hell no. It had been all about B, and no one else.
I leaned over and pressed a kiss against his wound, the one that for all I knew would do the same to him that mine had done to me. It was sad, really. Guy had no one but me in the whole fucking world, and how did I show my respect to him? By talking off at the mouth.
Wes deserved what I never got.
So my mouth moved upwards until I found his lips and I kissed him.
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This time, though, it seemed that my nursemaid had seen fit to attempt an alternate therapeutic method.
Faith was sitting astride my hips and was careful to keep from pressing her body against mine and my wound, but was still managing quite the show of fervor. Weak as I felt, I opened my mouth and attempted to respond in kind, my hands finding her waist easily.
As I reached up to run my hand up her back and under her shirt, the movement caused a stitch of pain in my side. I winced, and Faith pulled back. Giving her a wan smile, I shook my head.
"I'm all right... I'm all right." I kissed her again. "Just need to be... careful."
Even as careful as we might try, I thought, this was not going to be comfortable. A moment after the thought formed, I felt Faith's hands skimming down my chest and stomach before proceeding to take my mind completely off my pain.
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Coulda fooled me.
"Just need to be... careful."
"I'll be careful," I told him before I started kissing him slow again, hands tugging lightly on his pants. Yeah, fine, I remembered what I'd told him before. He was the boss in and outta the bedroom, but guess what? My boss had almost fucking died. Again. Cuz of me.
Nah, more like cuz he was always there, always throwing off my concentration, always always always...
Always a scar that wouldn't fade. The poor fuck.
Hell, that was what he didn't deserve. He didn't deserve some fucked up girl in his life, and he didn't deserve to be underneath me, trapped, bruised and broken. I pulled my clothes offa me faster than I coulda thought possible, and straddled him even faster, but this?
It wasn't fucking. It was... God, it was just sad. It was sad to look down at him, watch him as I slid his cock in and outta me slowly, watched his face as I tried to make him come. I wasn't even getting off on it like I normally would since I was so focused on him. On making him feel something other than pain.
"Come in me, Wes," I whispered as I felt him begin to shudder. Sliding offa him, my mouth found his cock and I licked it up lazily, only sorta outta breath before I looked at him again to make sure he was okay. Poor guy...
"I'm gonna take a quick shower, Wes," I said before kissing him on the forehead and walking out to the bathroom, knowing he'd be okay now. Sex fixed us before. It'd fix him again.
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Somehow, I doubted that. And somehow, I doubted that I would really mind it at all if she wasn't, not at that particular moment.
Faith had me hard in a moment, and was naked before I could even reach up and start to help her with her clothes. A sound between a sigh and a groan escaped me as she settled her warmth down around my shaft suddenly-- a sign that I'd been right about expecting a lack of restraint from her in the bedroom.
As she began to rise and fall, sliding me in and out of her body, the thought did cross my mind that we had made an agreement to the effect that I would be the one initiating things, 'calling the shots' as it were, but I was hardly in a position to argue. No, I was in a position only to lay in place and lose myself in the silk grip of Faith's pussy, unable to even really press up my hips to help.
I breathed hot and shallow against her skin, and like all the times before, I could sense the onset of orgasm making its implacable approach. But, I couldn't help but start to realise there was a marked difference in my Slayer.
There was a slow deliberation to her movements, and a focus in her eyes that was unlike what I'd seen before. Her muscles worked against and around me, but there was no attempt to pull my hands or mouth to her breasts, no admonition to give her arse even the weak swats of I would be able, no shifting of her angle to let my cock strike her just so.
Faith leaned into me as I felt the climax begin to crest, taking away my ability to consider the moment further.
"Come in me, Wes..."
Body on automatic, I did just as she asked, not even considering the act and the way it violated my heretofore strict attempts at safety. Faith slid down my torso and tongued my wet and flagging cock, which at any other time would have had me ready for a second round. Now, my mind was already wandering back to its questions.
Faith rose from the bed. "I'm gonna take a quick shower, Wes." She placed a kiss on my forehead and it was the only piece left of the puzzle. This hadn't been about want or need, not like our previous couplings.
No, this had been about pity. And weakness. Her pity of my weakness.
And I realised that I'd failed her again, allowing myself to become a man she could pity so.
I turned until my back was to the bathroom door, my body away from it, so that when Faith returned to bed, she would see only my back. I waited until I heard the water start rushing before I found a mirror for her pity of me within myself. The tears were few, but hot and angry and painful, and stopped only just before I fell asleep.
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