Impure Desires
A/N: Hey, it’s me! So, we all know Faith was a huge, well, slut back in her day. But we never really know how it all went. Were they all duds? Maybe that’s why she was always sleeping around. Sure she got satisfied, but she probably had to work extra hard because the guys she was with were doped up, drunk, or just inexperienced. (Xander). So I’m not sure how great her sex life has really been. Maybe she hasn't had that one big O that’s knocked her socks off… Newho, enjoy the smut!
Dis: I don’t own SPN or BTVS
Pairing: FaithSam
Summary: After a fight with Dean, Sam runs to Faith.
Genre: Drama, Romance, Angst
Rating: NC-17 (to be safe)
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He was running from his problems again. Their problems, actually, and he didn’t care. He really didn’t care anymore. He’s yelled to the point that his throat’s become permanently dry. He’s tried to hammer his point in time and time again but the easygoing attitude that his brother had been faking finally broke the last string of his patience.
Tonight, Sam Winchester had kicked his brother, Dean’s, ass. He hadn’t known it was in him: but as that bastard demon said. He’d come back different. He felt it in his bones, the new, raw strength that was roaring to come out. That unabashed anger that boiled his blood and made him see red. He finally let it out of its cage tonight and it scared him.
He rubbed his raw knuckles while his mind flashed back to just an hour ago. Dean on the floor as he hit him again and again: it was when Dean pleaded ‘Sammy’ to stop that made him snap out of it. He’d looked at his brother in fear as to what he’d done. He remembered a bloody lip, a possibly broken nose, and an eye that was starting to swell. He remembered the slight flash of fear in his brother’s eyes and Sam had run out on him. He ignored Dean’s plea to come back: he just… Ran.
Now here he stood in front of a familiar wooden door that was beckoning him to knock. He really had no choice. He wasn’t going to go back to Dean and in his own anger, and guilt for losing control; he’d left his wallet in the room. So squaring up his shoulders he went to the door and knocked. He waited for about ten seconds before knocking again.
“Minute,” said the woman he was waiting for and when the door opened he cast his wounded glance to her now curious one. “Sam?”
“Faith…” He stepped closer. “I’m sorry to come so late. Dean and I just got into town and…”
“It’s fine,” she said, stepping aside.
He went into the cooler home. He heard the door closing behind him and he twisted around to face her. She still looked the same. Straightened brunette hair that fell to her mid-back, large brown eyes he could lose himself in, and a toned body that he’s always wanted to touch but was always hesitant to even try.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, pouring a shot of Whiskey from the open bottle on her counter then offering it to him.
“Dean and I argued,” said Sam, knowing the drink was laced with holy water as he took the whole thing down.
“Again?” She stepped closer and his body was starting to react to her scent: something musky that was teasing his nostrils. “About the deal?”
“What else?” he asked as he put the now empty shot glass upside down on the counter. “This time… I lost my cool.”
“You have to stop this Sam,” said Faith. “You need to stop fighting each other and just figure a way out of this. Willow’s close to a vanquishing spell, and there’s still plenty of time.”
“It’s not the point,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “I should be dead!”
Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone in an instant. She frowned while turning away from him: giving him a view of her backside. God he wanted to touch her right now, just to lose himself in her so that he could forget. But he knew she’d never want him. He was out of her league, as Dean would say…
“I know,” she said now, turning her head and slightly shifting her shoulders to stare at him.
She then turned away while capping her booze back up. She twisted back around to face him, leaning back on her elbows against the countertop. Sam was distracted as her breasts pressed against the thin material of her pajama tank top. He shifted when seeing the slight outline of her semi-hard nipples, then looked away to help control his urge to kiss her, consequences be damned.
“So you need a place to crash or what?”
“Yeah?”
She smirked them, waltzing up to him in a way he knew she was ready to tease him. At first it embarrassed the hell out of him: the way she playfully touched him while whispering something sultry in his ear. Now it just left him aching for more.
“Coming to my bed tonight then?”
‘Yes,’ his mind whispered. ‘Oh God yes…’
She smiled before he could give a verbal response and then turned on her heel to move to her spare closet. As she rummaged for a blanket he turned away from her: scrunching his eyes closed while mentally telling himself to get a grip. When he opened his eyes he was greeted with her smiling face and also a pillow to the gut. He grunted at the force then frowned as she tossed the blanket over his head.
“Well I’m beat. Got myself a nest tonight and now that I ate half my kitchen I’m ready to go to bed.” She brushed her hand over his as he tugged the blanket off of his head. “Night, Sammy.”
“Sam,” he reminded her and she just laughed while going to her room down the hall.
Alone, he frowned at the couch as he tossed the pillow and blanket onto it. He started undoing his shirt while toeing off his shoes and socks. When he got down to just his jeans he moved around the house to make sure it was safe. Finally, when he was satisfied, he undid the button of his jeans, but kept them on. Laundry day was still a couple days away, and he had been forced to go commando: ergo, he was uncomfortable sleeping naked. Especially in the house of a woman he fantasized about constantly.
He decided to lie out and closed his eyes. He listened to the ticking of her living room clock, the slight buzz of traffic, and to Faith moving around in her room. He focused on that sound, listening as her body moved against her sheets. He sighed, aware that he felt more comfortable now that he could almost FEEL her settling down as well.
He closed his eyes, letting his body relax. The ticking clock was drowned out, as was the traffic. He turned to his side; hugging the pillow he rested his cheek on. He was about to enter the first stage of sleep when he heard it. Her small, whimpered cry that made him jackhammer up from the couch. His eyes were wide and alert as he stood from the couch and hurried down the hall. Her door was open slightly and he pushed it the rest of the way.
“Faith?”
“S-Sam?” His eyes focused on the dark room to see her looking at him. “What the hell?”
“Sorry, I thought… I heard…” He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “I thought I heard you cry out.”
She smirked in a way that made him feel uneasy. She sat up slightly, holding the blanket that covered her body close. He watched as she let the blanket fall and his eyes widened when seeing that she was naked under those covers.
“Slaying,” said Faith as she pulled back the rest of the covers to show her naked body. “Makes me hungry and horny…”
She sat up in bed, eyes never leaving him as she slid off of her sheets and slowly walked to him. She gave her hips an extra sway and she licked her lips as she got within touching distance. She saw his inner battle reflected in the blue-green depths of his eyes and she decided to make the decision for him by curling her index fingers in the loops of his jeans.
“You interrupted me during my desire to satisfy the horny part.” She used her strength to push him up against the wall: the only piece of art she owned clattered against the painted surface. “Since you interrupted me, it’s only fair you help finish the job. Oh, and Sam?”
She went up on her toes, her lips a breath away from his.
“I better be screaming your name by the end of the night.”
He groaned as their lips met. His hands immediately went to her bare shoulders then traveled lower as he leaned forward. His slightly calloused palms moved over her smooth back and he still couldn’t believe that he was finally touching her.
Her hands wound in his hair as he lifted her up, cupping her ass while hurrying to the bed. He was losing himself in her, and he wasn’t minding at all. His lips moved over her, tongues dueling over who the dominant one would be that night. He needed this, he needed to finally be in control of something so he pushed down into her, making sure her thighs cradled his hips as he rubbed against her: rubbing his jean covered cock against her bare pussy.
She’d already worked herself up, so her clit was sensitive. Him doing that made her give a half chocked groan. She reached down, only to feel that his jeans were already undone. Happy for that she quickly worked them down his hips. He was soon in the palm of her hand and she moved her wrist up and down: enjoying the grunts coming from Sam.
“C’mon baby,” she whispered, giving him a squeeze. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
He hated it when she got so vulgar, but tonight? Tonight he actually liked it, especially when she said it while getting him off. He ran his hand down so that it rested between her legs. He felt how went she was and he bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. God she was ready, so ready that he moved his kisses from her lips down her neck. He worked lower, taking her hard nipple in his mouth: sucking then biting the tender flesh. When finished he placed open mouth kisses from one breast to the other. When he took her other nipple in his mouth he thrust two fingers inside her. Her body jerked with pleasure and he felt her nails against his back. The pain added to his pleasure as he sucked harder on her nipple while finding her clit with his thumb.
“Sam,” she gasped. “Oh God, Sam!”
Her body arched up as her orgasm hit. He felt her squeeze around his fingers but he looked up at her face and thought she was beautiful. A slight flush was at her cheeks and her chocolate eyes were slightly glazed. She was biting her lower lip as her orgasm ebbed and he pulled his fingers from her: loving that small murmured protest she gave at the lost contact.
When she finally focused back on his, he brought his fingers to his mouth. He tasted her on his fingers and he saw the way her eyes darkened from that action. However, when she started to move he regained his position on top. She wanted to move, he could tell, but he stilled her by kissing her: moving his hips lower so that the tip of his now rock hard cock rested against her hot quim.
“Faith…” He kissed her again, unable to stop himself. “Are you safe?”
“Yeah…”
That’s all she needed to say before he was inside her. He pushed in all the way then closed his eyes at the feel of her inner muscles squeezing him, massaging him in a most sinful way. He had to close his eyes to control himself. His breathing calmed and when he got himself under control he opened his eyes and stared at her.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Sam…” Her eyes softened slightly when he said this.
He then moved pulling her hands over her head he kept them there with his own as he pulled out then pushed back in. He started slow at first but her hips demanded more so he went faster: ramming into her harder. Bodies were slick with sweat and skin was slapping against skin as they moved. Nails dug into flesh and hands left bruises in their wake. He left one hand on her wrists while the other traveled down to her clit: massaging it with the pad of his thumb as he continued to piston inside of her.
“Cum Faith,” he whispered in her ear, hand releasing her wrists so that she could wrap her arms around his larger body. She rocked against his as he fucked her so hard into the mattress the bed squeaked and might have even slid forward against the wall. This was the hardest anyone’s ever fucked her and she found herself actually letting go, actually getting close to cum again without even having to do something herself to get there.
Finally, she came again. He stopped his movement as she said his name again and again. He felt her around him, strangling his cock and all it took was three more thrusts inside of her incredibly tight pussy to cum. The cords of his neck rose and his whole body tensed as he emptied inside her. He too called out her name, Faith, as if it were a prayer.
He fell over her and when he got the strength to move he pulled her against him: her back against his front. He carefully pulled her hair back from her shoulder and place a tender kiss where her neck and collarbone met.
“Say something,” he whispered, uneasy with her silence. He wasn’t used to her staying quiet. “Faith?”
“That… Was the best sex I’ve ever had…”
He opened his mouth to answer, but couldn’t find any words as she turned in his embrace.
“And we haven’t even gotten to the pleasantries yet!”
“P-Pleasantries?”
“Oh… You know,” she whispered, shimmying up so that her lips were against his ear. “I blow you and you…”
“I got it,” he said, some of his old personality coming through as he blushed slightly.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Sammy…” She smiled while running her hand through his hair. “We’ve only just started…”
“Again?” he whispered as her lips moved from his ear over his cheek.
“This time? I get the drivers seat.”
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Two figures lay in the middle of the bed. All the sheets and blankets were on the floor save for one, which was wrapped around the woman’s feet. The man was spooning her, her ass rested against his not limp cock. His large arms were wrapped around her waist and his chin lay atop her head as they slept. She turned in her sleep, making his grip tighten around her until she settled back down, now facing him. The window they had to open was allowing the blowing in of cool air. Standing outside of the window was a figure, a woman: with a look of hatred on her face as she saw one of the Winchester’s sleeping happily with yet another woman. She wanted to come inside and rip out their intestines and choke them with that body part. But she couldn’t due to the salted windows and doors that kept her at bay. Well, that and the powerful protection charm.
“When will you learn, Sammy,” whispered the woman as she smiled. “I’m going to make you hurt… You think my father was bad?”
Her eyes flashed from the sapphire blue to black. Her brunette curls swayed in the wind and the moon made her pale skin almost seem white.
“Just wait until I’m through with you.”
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END!!!!
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