And Maybe When He Dreams He'll Dreams of Me

[slayergal_faith]

Sighing, I realized, I’d been all over the place, probably not making sense, I wanted him to know that the holidays always excited me; but this is the first time I’d ever let anyone see that

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[watcher_pryce]

She certainly is. Very hyper indeed. Then again after being in a coma for over a year and forced to lay down, who can blame her. Sometimes Slayer healing is unfair, or vampire healing I think when I remember how fast Angel sometimes healed compared to the rest of us. But this time it’s a good thing. A very good thing, because she would’ve otherwise been convalescence for months if not a year on top of the one she’d been in a coma

[watcher_pryce]

Still muttering sweet nothings which would probably have nauseated the both of us if things were different, I kept moving down her body. Sucking lightly on the skin on her bare breast before taking a nipple into my mouth. I groaned around the hardening nipple, grinning at the response that got me. And I was only just beginning. Faith needed to be shown that I did love her and that she still was beautiful

[slayergal_faith]

“You may be many things to be lover, but Jesus? I don’t think so,” I laughed playfully, “it’s just that well, this is all I’ve,” and I stopped as his eyes warned me to let him do what he could do best.

“Argue you with you worshiping moi?” I placed my fingers in my chest in a diva manner, “I don’t think so, worship away,” I smiled. “After all actions speak louder than words,” with that I took my thumb and index finger, pressing them together, the other three fingers spread, I moved my thumb and index finger over my lips, imitating the zipping my lip motion, and then I mimcked throwing away the key.

‘Worship me, baby,’ I mouthed.

[watcher_pryce]

“Good,” I murmured, my hands never leaving her body, her skin, her essence. “Because I have no intention to grow a beard or my hair.” Good lord, the image alone was ghastly. Though, I briefly thought, I would’ve looked like that if Cordelia of all people hadn’t managed to drag me off to get some hygienic jobs done. Such as shower and get a haircut. Alright, she’d done that since I wasn’t about to leave the hospital unless it was to go home

[slayergal_faith]

Talking can be so overrated, okay I don’t have the words Wes does, and there was something sexy about him, maybe we always want what we can’t have and I wanted an education, even though I’d never admit it.

Okay, I didn’t get into the research gig, but I wanted him to share his world with me, the things normal girls get from their boyfriends, the words, the poems, the part of him I’d never seen.

Fuck! Wes was my boyfriend, I’d never had one, I’d had a series of one-night stands basically, well except for Wood, and that was just convenience and Spike, that was sex, even though at the time I thought I wanted more, I was glad I was wrong on that one, sex was good, but I finally understood what Buffy once told me.

“Oh yeah,” came my breathy mumbling as I attempted to mimic Oz with his economy of words, my Watcher told me to keep quiet, and I wasn’t about to disobey, at least not this moment.

[watcher_pryce]

She’s withering underneath me, arching up into my touches. Just the way I like it. Just because I desire her, madly I may add, doesn’t mean I can’t get a little teasing in here and there. I pull my fingers out of her folds and only trail the tip of one of them over her sensitive skin between her legs. And yes, there’s that not so coherent reply I was thinking of

[slayergal_faith]

Does every slayer have fantasies of her watcher? I can’t answer for all of them, but I have to admit that I did, even when he was in his Princess Margaret goody-goody stage. Imagining him a virgin, I mean who would have thought that Wes, that Wes had sex? Imagining him a virgin, I’d seduce him, do so many things to him, and what sadly I had managed to do was torture him. Even then, I imagined taking him and making him mine, and that was a time that I wish I could forget, but that’s part of what made me who I am today.

We’d had sex before the coma, and in my mind, that was only days ago, but the drugs had been so heavy, I didn’t really remember this passion in him, and it made me want him more, and I was loving learning him all over again.

You’re gorgeous, you’re beautiful, you’re lovely and you’re mine and mine alone.” Rarely had I heard him speak so passionately about something before, well except his books, and to hear him talk about me with that same intensity, the dark look in his eyes, and his timing, it was frightening, but