Wall (Angel/Faith)
Title: Wall
Author:
sor_sexywicked
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm not the God Joss
Warnings: Sexual
Summary: Set after AtS Season 5. Faith's pov.
Looking into an angel’s eyes and savouring. Savouring. Savouring every touch dealt to your soft skin with his hands. Wondering. Wondering what he’s thinking. What he feels. What he sees. When he touches. Soft touches dealt from hands that don’t look like they should be soft at all. But they are. So soft against your skin. And light. And gentle. Gentle caresses that make your insides melt and your heart beat… Beat stronger. Beat faster. Beat louder. Skip even… From soft touches dealt to soft skin. And you know your skin is soft because he tells you. Tells you while he studies your face. Your body. Your skin. With his eyes and his hands. Hands busy making non stop caresses against your skin.
More caresses that make you melt even more. And your heart soar. And your pulse beat wildly beneath your skin. In your veins. And you know he can hear. And you try to disguise. By. Making your breathing shallow. Steady. Consistent. But it doesn’t fool him. You can’t fool your heart. No matter how hard you try. Because you know it calls loudly to him. You can feel it. Hear it. Has a mind all of its own. It doesn’t hide. Try to disguise. It gives to him without a seconds thought. Tells your mind to give in more and more with every passing second. Until you break.
Break the walls he keeps taking down without even realizing. Yells at you to give in. Pushes that last control button in your mind. The one he’s been caressing constantly for… You can’t even remember how long. Time’s always lost under his touch. As you melt. Breathe in deeply and shakily. Melt some more. Watch him closely. As he’s watching you. Wonder what he sees. What he feels. Light and dark. Mixing with more light and dark. Inner peace. Quell the beast. Let it feel. Everything. All of you. Because you want…the touch. The caress.
To see….the desire in his eyes slowly build. In him. And you wait. So it can catch up with your own. That’s starting to burn out of control. Like wild fire. In your soul. For him. Him alone. Because he’s the one. That gets to touch. Gets to caress. Gets to feel. Make you feel. Something. Anything. Everything. Too much. Not enough. Always wanting more. To crush that final brick. In the wall that you thought was so strong. But never. Never around him. Always weak. Cracked. Crumbling. Under his eyes. His touch. His body. His soul.
©(S-O-R) S&W.
Author:
sor_sexywicked
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm not the God Joss
Warnings: Sexual
Summary: Set after AtS Season 5. Faith's pov.
Looking into an angel’s eyes and savouring. Savouring. Savouring every touch dealt to your soft skin with his hands. Wondering. Wondering what he’s thinking. What he feels. What he sees. When he touches. Soft touches dealt from hands that don’t look like they should be soft at all. But they are. So soft against your skin. And light. And gentle. Gentle caresses that make your insides melt and your heart beat… Beat stronger. Beat faster. Beat louder. Skip even… From soft touches dealt to soft skin. And you know your skin is soft because he tells you. Tells you while he studies your face. Your body. Your skin. With his eyes and his hands. Hands busy making non stop caresses against your skin.
More caresses that make you melt even more. And your heart soar. And your pulse beat wildly beneath your skin. In your veins. And you know he can hear. And you try to disguise. By. Making your breathing shallow. Steady. Consistent. But it doesn’t fool him. You can’t fool your heart. No matter how hard you try. Because you know it calls loudly to him. You can feel it. Hear it. Has a mind all of its own. It doesn’t hide. Try to disguise. It gives to him without a seconds thought. Tells your mind to give in more and more with every passing second. Until you break.
Break the walls he keeps taking down without even realizing. Yells at you to give in. Pushes that last control button in your mind. The one he’s been caressing constantly for… You can’t even remember how long. Time’s always lost under his touch. As you melt. Breathe in deeply and shakily. Melt some more. Watch him closely. As he’s watching you. Wonder what he sees. What he feels. Light and dark. Mixing with more light and dark. Inner peace. Quell the beast. Let it feel. Everything. All of you. Because you want…the touch. The caress.
To see….the desire in his eyes slowly build. In him. And you wait. So it can catch up with your own. That’s starting to burn out of control. Like wild fire. In your soul. For him. Him alone. Because he’s the one. That gets to touch. Gets to caress. Gets to feel. Make you feel. Something. Anything. Everything. Too much. Not enough. Always wanting more. To crush that final brick. In the wall that you thought was so strong. But never. Never around him. Always weak. Cracked. Crumbling. Under his eyes. His touch. His body. His soul.
©(S-O-R) S&W.