Title: Closer
Author: Angelic Black Queen
Posted: 12-26-2002
Rating: NC 17
Email: anamarijahorvat@hotmail.com
Content: Smut. W/F
Summary: Faith and Wesley got closer-but it’s not all that simple.
Spoilers/Timeline: Since it’s set in the future let’s just say Season five of Angel.
Disclaimer: The characters in the Angelverse were created by Joss Whedon & David Greenwalt. No infringement is intended, no profit is made.
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Notes: Thank you LaLa for organising “Secret Santa”-it’s been a blast.
Feedback: I’d love some.Don’t make me beg.Please?
Secret Santa Fic: Merry Christmas Syn!I hope you like this.

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Faith stirred in bed for probably the millionth time that night. All she wanted was to sleep; relax and forget. No, no that wasn’t what she wanted but she was sure that was what she needed. Addiction wasn’t a good thing, at least that’s what everyone else said. It was eating her up inside; wanting him, needing him wasn’t something she was prepared for; there was a point in her life when all she wanted was to just see him die, slowly and painfully.

But that wasn’t her anymore; she had changed and so did he - the first time she saw him again; Faith could have sworn he didn’t have the same eyes at all. Once, all you could see in them was a insecurity that unfortunately went all over his goodness, that and just a bit of shame and regret. Now,the shame was gone, so was the insecurity but the regret...that, pain and experience were what she saw in him. This wasn’t the same Wesley she had once known.

He didn’t hate her, interestingly enough, didn’t lash out at her when she apologised for what she did to him. She had always wondered why; was it because he dealt with it or because now someone had hurt him much worse? Maybe both - not that she’d ask because she knew he wouldn’t give her the honest, open answer she wanted so she didn’t want to push him. Things were complicated enough anyway; one moment he wanted her the next he barely said two words to her.

The last time they slept together was a few days ago and since then nothing...she hadn’t seen him and today after the party for Christmas Eve Angel and Cordelia had thrown he just left. So she figured, if he didn’t ask he wouldn’t get. There was no way in the world she would go to him if...
“Ah fuck it.”,Faith said, got up and started to dress.

She went down the stairs and was just about to close the front door as she looked at the presents laid out on the counter; the group had decided no one opened theirs until Christmas morning. Whatever, she could still break a few rules once in a while. Faith looked through all of them; one with Cordelia’s, one with Angel’s, one with Gunn’s...and finally one with Wes’s hand writting meant for her. She opened the small golden box and inside she found a red ribbon and a note telling her to meet him at her place. Bastard,he knew she couldn’t resist.

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Just as he was sure that he had assumed wrong and that Faith wasn’t going to show his doorbell rang and there she was; wearing red leather pants and a white tank top, no bra under it. After only a few seconds of looking at each other he pulled her into a hard kiss, grabbing her by her shoulders. As he felt that she had the scarf in one of her hands he pulled back.
“I take it you like your present?”

“Well,it’s okay. Not my style but it could be put to a lot of uses if you're creative.”

“I know.”,he answered and slammed the door, taking the scarf from her hand. “Let me show you.”

She didn’t reply but he knew what to make of that answer. He tied the scarf over her eyes, making it tight enough for her not to be able to see anything. Wesley then kissed her a bit more gently than the first time that night, their tounges meeting but as he sensed she wanted to quicken the pace he pulled back. “Let me lead you.”
Faith was used to being the one in control, at least when it came to sex - it made her feel safer but maybe this would be good; letting go of that for once.

With that Wesley picked her up and put her down on the table and began kissing her again, his large hand cupping one of her breasts and massaging her nipple through the fabric. Soon his lips moved to her neck and he ripped the top in half, throwing it on the floor.

“Lay down.”, Wesley whispered and lightly pushed her onto the table, his eyes exploring every bit of her upper body. One hand caressed her as the other reached out for something. Soon Faith felt him touch her with something cold; ice. He first touched her stomach with it and then moved it from her neck to her nipples, hardening them only to have them soften again as his tounge licked them playfully, sucking and kissing while running a hand down her leather clad leg. Faith moaned but her moan was broken off as his mouth met hers again and her hands grabbed his neck. She could feel his hard chest pressed against her, his fingers clasped with hers and the bulging of his hardness in his pants as her legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips moved down her body, teasing her. She couldn’t even think anymore; she could just feel and she knew exactly where she wanted him to touch her - and it was making the aching even worse when he didn’t. He pushed both her pants and her black lace panties down and started to lightly kiss the inside of her thighs making her even more moist. And the sight of her drew him crazy.

Finally, his mouth met her hot honey insides and he began to lick hungrily. Wesley’s tounge went inside Faith's slick folds and she pushed his head even closer as she felt bolts go up her spine. “I need you,inside.”, she managed to say and Wesley moved on top of her again, entering her tight wet pussy with his large cock.

It took her a bit of time to adjust to him inside her and then they started moving in a rhythm that got faster and more frantic. The whole time Wesley never stopped looking at the gorgeous blindfolded girl.

“Wesley!”,Faith managed to scream as an orgasm ripped through her body. He moaned deeply as he came and Faith shivered at the series of smaller orgasms went through her body.

As he retrieved his now shrinking length Wesley pulled Faith closer, one hand on her back while the other untied her blindfold, letting it fall to the table. Faith looked at Wesley and caressed his face; and for a second she was sure that what she saw in his eyes was the same thing he could, in her weakest moments, see in hers.

***

It was already Christmas day by what his watch said but Wesley didn’t feel the faintest desire to actually go to sleep; even after the fantastic but very tiring night they had had; evidence of which were the scrapes Faith’s sharp nails had left on his back. They did it rough a lot more than they “made love” as one would call it and Wesley hoped she didn’t know the reason why.

Why he didn’t tell her, even when everything in him was begging him to; because she couldn’t know. What he felt took him over and Faith...the doubt that she couldn’t handle it, wouldn’t want to handdle it, made him keep his mouth shut about it. If you love someone and they don’t know; it’s just easier to bare. If you love them and they do know and leave; then you’re ripped apart.That’s what always happened to him and he wouldn’t let it happen now.

So he pulled her closer again but didn’t tell her anything. This was as close as he could get.

End.