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Tweak says, "don't blink"

Faith Lehane (wrongchosenone) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2009-01-29 00:51:00

Entry tags:

faith lehane, wesley wyndham-pryce

Who: Faith and Wes
What: Sparring, talking, god knows
When: Tonight
Where: Somewhere in London
Warnings: At the very least Faith's mouth warrants a pg-13

After Faith had gotten herself to London and to the place where Wes lived, she'd been let in and had some small talk with her once and former Watcher. Neither of them were the talking types, so she stretched out, and then they sparred. It felt good to just spar and not have to worry about some kind of evil coming to kill her for the next half an hour or so. And by the end she was sweating and exhausted and probably really horny, but when wasn't she?

Not that she was going to do anything about it. At least not until she left him. After she made sure he couldn't take anymore, she went to go find them some water. "Do you even have fucking water in this place? Or do you have to go to the store?" she asked as she walked back into the kitchen and opened up the fridge.

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godking
2009-02-04 01:01 am UTC (link)

It felt good to be able to laugh in the midst of the hunt. It had been that way a long time ago, back when they were Angel Investigations instead of Wolfram and Hart. Back before Wesley had betrayed one of his best friends. There hadn't been much laughing after that. Not with them. Lilah had laughed but she was dead. Faith was like Lilah in all the bad ways and some of the good. They all fought on the same side in this never-ending battle, Faith, Lilah and himself. In the middle. Not the center, because that implied a certain level of importance reserved for the 'heroes', but in the middle. Where it wasn't so cleanly black and white.

Wesley released the blade from his wrist and wrapped his hand around the base as one of the vampires came near him, cleanly decapitating it before moving on to another. He could already feel the rush of adrenaline, singing in his blood, as he gave himself over to the thrill of a good fight. He felt more alive than he had in so long.

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-04 01:23 am UTC (link)

Well damn, if she had known he wanted a threesome, she would have worked some of her mojo. Not that she knew Lilah at all besides the time that they had hired her to kill Angel but she was usually good with just about anything. But she was glad that he could laugh, if she couldn't laugh about things then god she'd be even more fucked up if that was possible. Besides it was some funny shit, who wouldn't laugh at that even if you were in the middle of killing vampires.

With Faith, killing always gave her more than a rush. Well it was a rush all right, just all the way down to her nether regions. Any Slayer who said it didn't happen to them was full of shit as far as she was concerned. As she dusted one, she went after the other, and sometimes the thrill of being hit was just as good as delivering the hit. It was still a thrill just being out and not stuck in a jail cell. The number of vampires was dwindling down slowly, and by now they knew that whoever these two were, they weren't amateurs.

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godking
2009-02-06 09:59 pm UTC (link)

No, definitely not a threesome. Wesley didn't have a death wish, even if he was already technically dead, and Faith and Lilah together would be too much for any man to handle. Still...it would be a hell of a way to go. As for laughing, it was something of a coping mechanism. He was fairly certain if he couldn't find humour in all the hell that they had to go through, he'd go completely mental. He imagined that he would be some dark, driven person...which wasn't far from the truth really...who was entirely focused on purpose without any drive to really live. He didn't want to take that road.

Wesley would never admit to that sort of rush, but the adrenaline and Faith's proximity (she was always amazing to watch in a fight) certainly weren't discouraging those sorts of thoughts. Still, he focused on fighting for the moment. One of the vampires got a hit in, but he wasn't bothered. If anything, it was another reminder that he could still feel. He was barely phased, pulling out a stake and stabbing it in the chest. He and Faith systematically and mercilessly wiped out the rest of the vampires in the crypt, watching each other's backs the whole time. It was easy to see they made a good team. He shot her a grin, leaning against the wall of the crypt. He'd have been breathing heavily if breathing were a necessity, and as it was, he was just dishevelled.

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-06 10:28 pm UTC (link)

Making sure that he was all right, only a glance told her that she didn't need to worry about him he was doing just fine on his own. Though she couldn't tell if he was watching out for her or just watching her. Not that it mattered really, she was a bit too focused on anything but the next slay and how it was making her feel tingly all over. Oh and making sure that Wes was okay and wasn't getting chewed on or anything. When he grinned at her she grinned brightly back at him. Man this was fun, and he looked really good when he was fighting. Who ever thought she'd say something like that.

By the time they were done, she was out of breath but in a good way. Breathing heavily, she finally leaned against the wall next to him, trying to catch her breath. Her whole body seemed to be humming, "God that was good.. sometimes I swear slaying is better than fucking." If there was a way to slay and have sex at the same time? She'd die a damn happy woman. Faith slid out of her jacket though unable to help herself, she was warm and excited and thus wearing way too many clothes. Not that she was getting naked in front of him. "Ready to go home or do you want to find another one?"

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godking
2009-02-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Wesley had come to rely on himself a lot in those weeks when he had been working on his own, during his falling out with Angel and the others. Yes, he'd had a team, but they weren't the type he could rely on to watch his back. The fact was, he hadn't known them well enough to trust them that way. With Faith though, he could trust her not to let him die. Again. Not that he actually expected fledgling vampires to kill either of them, but they would still watch each other's backs. No point in needless risks. It could always be the day when one of them screwed up.

"Yes," he swallowed, "it's...quite." He finally understood what she meant about slaying, making her want to have sex. He'd certainly felt that from time to time with Fred, taking down monsters then snogging until one of the others on their team got uncomfortable. It had never been a problem with Angel or Gunn or Spike, and certainly not with Illyria, but it seemed to be the case again with Faith. His blood was humming with it, and it was almost overwhelming. He watched her as she pulled off her jacket, fighting against inappropriate thoughts. Oh, to hell with it! It had been quite some time, and she was a beautiful woman, and the worst she could do was kill him. He walked up to her without preamble and kissed her before he could stop himself. It was hardly sweet or romantic, but he didn't imagine she would have appreciated that.

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-06 11:46 pm UTC (link)

It did kind of say something that Faith was the one he trusted with keeping him alive and keeping him safe and not the people he had worked with for the past couple of years. Guess it said a lot about both of them. The truth was the same about her though, she sure as hell didn't trust B, or Willow or anyone in that group to watch her back and make sure she didn't die. They all basically just put up with her, no one actually liked her. Angel was the closest thing she'd have to having someone not want her dead, and now there was Wes.

At least Wes didn't have glasses to clean or she would have thought he might have picked them up to start wiping. She could tell he was watching her out of the corner of her eye, which would have made her smirk if she had wanted to actually freak him out a little. Though she was riled up, and thought he might be a bit riled up, the fact that he was actually kissing her was kind of surprising. They joked about it sure, but doing it? That was another thing all together. Being pressed up against the wall, she felt his mouth assault hers. It only took her a microsecond for her to respond. She was hardly one to question things, especially when he was kissing her so she eagerly pressed her mouth to his and kissed him roughly, fingers sliding into the back of his hair.

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godking
2009-02-11 01:47 pm UTC (link)

He and Angel had too much baggage between them, now that he remembered Connor, and he couldn't bring himself to trust Gunn after learning about the other man's part in Fred's death. And Spike was never someone you counted on to watch your back. He wasn't even going to think of the Sunnydale crew. No, they had allowed Fred to die. The only one he knew would do her best to keep him alive, for her own selfish reasons, was Illyria. And now Faith.

For a split second, Wesley considered pulling away and apologising. Faith was still his Slayer, in spite of everything that had transpired, and the last thing he needed to be doing right now was snogging her. But she was kissing him back and it had been too long since someone had kissed him like that. He held her against the wall of the crypt, one hand on her hip and the other tangled in her hair as he continued kissing her roughly, oxygen not really a concern for him. He finally pulled away, figuring that she probably needed air, even if he didn't. His mouth moved to her neck, kissing and nipping at the skin, not really wanting to break contact.

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wrongchosenone
2009-02-11 05:33 pm UTC (link)

Faith didn't need as much oxygen as one might think actually. It was really the last thing on her mind when he was kissing her, and she was obviously getting all of her pent up frustrations out on his mouth. Not that she was overly violent but it was obvious that it had all worked her up pretty bad. When he pulled his head back to kiss against her neck she finally realized she needed air, gasping for it for a second before she let her hands slide down his back.

They didn't stop there, they went up under his shirt. She figured somewhere in the back of her mind that he was going to pull back and apologize and all of that sooner than later. So she was going to get in as much of this as she possibly could while she had the chance. She was grinding against him, unable to help herself when she was in this state, fingers stroking the skin of his back as she gave a half growl as he bit down on her neck.

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