FanFiction - Mirror? (Angel/Faith)
Title: Mirror?
Author: sor_sexywicked
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm not the God Joss!
Warnings: Not so much sexual, just a hint.
Summary: Set after AtS Season 5. Faith's pov.
Mirror?
“Goddammit”, and she heightened her voice so Angel could hear her more, “It wouldn't kill you to have at least one mirror baby. Not like you need one, but I do.” Even when his hair was a tousled mess he still managed to look sexy as hell. But her own hair, upon waking, after they made love, well you get the idea; she wasn't too sure if her tresses still beheld as much perfection. A light growl of frustration left her lips as she began to finger her waves into place from root to tip. Well, she at least hoped that was what she was doing. Merely annoyed at herself for caring so much about the way that she looked made her forehead crease slightly. Her eyes skipped to the shower, then to the tub.
So many things had happened in this room. Good. Bad. Some that were downright nasty. And a lot in between. She swallowed, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips at the remembered moment of when she had flipped off Angel one time. And it wasn't until she recalled something between them that was completely opposite to that moment did her eyes darken and her fingers still in her hair. Had things already changed so much between them in so little time. Gone so far as to make her doubt if they would ever get back to how they used to be. Either way it all came down to the same fact. It was her fault because she had started it all.
A roll of her eyes a few seconds later and she was reprimanding herself for her own temper. It wasn't even a logical one. It was like... It was like a tornado, a hurricane. One of those ones that appeared out of nowhere and formed rapidly. One that created mass destruction in its wake with no remorse for anything else in its path. And then, suddenly, one that would be gone just as quickly as what it had came. Even she knew how insufferable her own temper was. And Angel definitely knew, who was mostly on the receiving end of her anger when ever it was unleashed full force.
Once she closed her eyes Faith took in a cleansing breath. Trying to calm herself. Trying to clear away all the bad stuff going on in their relationship that she didn't want to deal with now. Exhaling as steadily as she could she repressed the urge to squeeze her eyes shut tighter, and then she slowly opened them. The bare wall in front of her filled her vision. A completely bare wall where a mirror should be. Her gaze faltered and she gripped the sides of the sink for a long moment. Maybe it was just as well there wasn't a mirror; after all, she never did like what she saw in her eyes when she caught sight of her own reflection.
©(S-O-R) S&W.
Author: sor_sexywicked
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I'm not the God Joss!
Warnings: Not so much sexual, just a hint.
Summary: Set after AtS Season 5. Faith's pov.
Mirror?
“Goddammit”, and she heightened her voice so Angel could hear her more, “It wouldn't kill you to have at least one mirror baby. Not like you need one, but I do.” Even when his hair was a tousled mess he still managed to look sexy as hell. But her own hair, upon waking, after they made love, well you get the idea; she wasn't too sure if her tresses still beheld as much perfection. A light growl of frustration left her lips as she began to finger her waves into place from root to tip. Well, she at least hoped that was what she was doing. Merely annoyed at herself for caring so much about the way that she looked made her forehead crease slightly. Her eyes skipped to the shower, then to the tub.
So many things had happened in this room. Good. Bad. Some that were downright nasty. And a lot in between. She swallowed, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips at the remembered moment of when she had flipped off Angel one time. And it wasn't until she recalled something between them that was completely opposite to that moment did her eyes darken and her fingers still in her hair. Had things already changed so much between them in so little time. Gone so far as to make her doubt if they would ever get back to how they used to be. Either way it all came down to the same fact. It was her fault because she had started it all.
A roll of her eyes a few seconds later and she was reprimanding herself for her own temper. It wasn't even a logical one. It was like... It was like a tornado, a hurricane. One of those ones that appeared out of nowhere and formed rapidly. One that created mass destruction in its wake with no remorse for anything else in its path. And then, suddenly, one that would be gone just as quickly as what it had came. Even she knew how insufferable her own temper was. And Angel definitely knew, who was mostly on the receiving end of her anger when ever it was unleashed full force.
Once she closed her eyes Faith took in a cleansing breath. Trying to calm herself. Trying to clear away all the bad stuff going on in their relationship that she didn't want to deal with now. Exhaling as steadily as she could she repressed the urge to squeeze her eyes shut tighter, and then she slowly opened them. The bare wall in front of her filled her vision. A completely bare wall where a mirror should be. Her gaze faltered and she gripped the sides of the sink for a long moment. Maybe it was just as well there wasn't a mirror; after all, she never did like what she saw in her eyes when she caught sight of her own reflection.
©(S-O-R) S&W.