Reprise Revised
Understanding
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Rating: NC-17
Spoiler Warning: Angel Season 5 up to You’re Welcome—I’ve died aed at YW.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters, and I won’t be profiting off of
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Pairing: B/A and Wes/F
Author Note: italics
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Faith stood against the wall in the dark lobby and watched
Wesley as he sat in the office, its single lamp illuminating the small space.
way he looked and worried about his state of mind after regaining his memories
of his betrayal.
Frankly, it kind of freaked her out that she was worried. It
was incredibly foreign feeling, and Faith struggled with the urge to say fuck
it to the entire situation and take off to parts unknown where she could hide
from these people and their demands and their needs.
not her problem, but every time she made up her mind to split, she would hear
Buffy moan in pain or her eyes would inadvertently meet Wes’s and then she was
trapped, unable to leave.
After their . . . encounter . . . in his bathroom, they had
studiously avoided talking about it or touching each other.
hands and his lips and his cock, or the feelingbeinbeing gently bathed
afterward as though she were some kind of precious dark goddess instead of the
monster who had tortured him. For the
past two weeks they had been involved in some kind of elaborate dance of
approach and avoid—they weren’t really talking, they definitely weren’t
touching, but they couldn’t seem to stay away from one another.
and receiver of tha than her fair share of “fuck me” eyes in her time, so she
could pretty confidently say that the gazes that she was exchanging with Wesley
were more along the “rip off my clothes and fuck me into whatever hard surface
is available until I’m screaming your name as I come” eyes.
She sighed. She was
screwed, and not in the good way either.
She cared about these people and she was kind of getting the feeling
they actually cared about her too, no matter her past crimes.
sake, and really tried not to worry so damn much about Wesley.
Deciding that what she really needed was some fresh air,
Angelus on the loose or not, Faith pushed away from where she stood in the
shadows against the lobby wall and walked quietly toward the doors leading into
the courtyard. She took a deep breath of
the cool night air that was tinged with the smell of night-blooming jasmine and
glanced up at the dark blue sky. Taking
a seat on the ground with her back against the stone bench, she pulled her legs
up and wrapped her arms around her knees as she tried to clear her mind.
She sensed him approaching long before he entered her line
of vision and slid down to sit next to her.
“Out here alone?” he asked, the censure evident in his
voice.
She shrugged, keeping her gaze fixed on the flowering bushes
in front of her. They sat in silence,
side by side by so far apart, for some time.
When her thoughts and worries couldn’t be suppressed any longer, she
turned her head to face him.
“Are you o.k.?” she quietly asked, not sure she wanted to
ask but figuring it was better than obsessing about it while she pretended she
didn’t care.
It was several moments before he answered.
“No,” he murmured, and then looked back at her.
quite some time. I just didn’t
remember.”
She looked away from him, uncomfortable with the intensity
of his stare. “Do you wish you were
still living the lie?”
Wesley sighed, considering the question and his answer.
betrayed my friend, how I wounded his son.
It doesn’t seem right that I should be spared the pain of that
knowledge,” he finally answered.
“Sometimes I wish I could forget everything bad that I’ve
done. How many times do I have to
remember all the shitty things that I’ve done for it all to be o.k.?” Faith
blurted out, and then wondered what had possessed her to spill one of her
darkest secrets to the man sitting next to her.
“The bad things we’ve done will never be o.k., Faith.
forgiveness doesn’t make everything better. He was filled with an overwhelming need to be
the one to help her heal.
Reaching over, he wound his in in her dark hair and pulled
her gently to him, covering her lips with his own.
relaxed and she returned his kiss. It
was soft and gently probing, unlike any they had shared before.
and confusion shining from her beautiful dark eyes.
Faith looked at this man whom she had ridiculed, tortured,
and fucked, this man who seemed to understand her in a way that no one but
Angel ever had before, this man who she couldn’t seem to get out of her head,
and she thought she might tear in half from the pull of a million different
thoughts and emotions.
When she spoke, her voice was broken and ragged.
harsh laugh emerged from her throat. “I
don’t deserve anyone’s forgiveness.”
“No one deserves
forgiveness, Faith—neither you nor I should ever expect anyone to forgive us
for the things we’ve done. But
forgiveness isn’t about expectation and deserving, it’s about moving on and
surviving, and ultimately it’s about understanding.”
eyes behind her ear, he cupped her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.
he said softly, but firmly.
She shook her head, denying his forgiveness, but he kept his
grip on her chin and leaned in to kiss away the tears that were making their
way down her face. “No. . . no. . . no,” she whispered, so he stilled her words
with his mouth on hers and when they finally broke apart to breathe, he
whispered back.
“Yes.”
suddenly decided to let some guy treat her like a treasured woman instead of a
dirty slut. But this wasn’t just some
guy and she liked that he made her feel feminine without denying her power and
edge.
Wesley carried her up the stairs toward his room and
wondered when his wary attraction to this woman had turned into tenderness and
understanding. He wasn’t lying to her,
hadn’t been trying to make himself feel better by offering her his
forgiveness—no, he truly did understand her and he forgave her and now he just
wanted to take away her pain and guilt for a few blissful hours, wanted to give
her something that he wished someone were able to offer him.
Faith laid her head on his chest and listened to his
heartbeat as he carried her up the stairs.
It was strong, pumping the blood through his veins with firm
regularity. She remembered how his blood
looked when it spilled out of his skin, remembered how bright it was on the
broken glass that she had used to cut him, and she whimpered.
As if reading her mind, he leaned down and brushed his lips
over her hair. “You don’t deserve my
forgiveness Faith, but I’m forgiving you anyway.
further until he caught her lips again with his own.
She drank up his absolution with her tongue and lips and
gave back her own form of comfort, willing him to forget that he was a betrayer
just like she was. By the time they
reached his door the kiss had changed from one of forgiveness to one of
passion. Faith reached behind her and
fumbled with the doorknob, silently demanding that he not put her down, that he
not break the spell. She wanted him,
wanted his lips and his hands to roam over her naked flesh, wanted to feel him
hard and urgent inside her.
When she finally got the door open, Wes pushed into his room
and shut the door behind them with his foot.
Setting her down gently on the floor, he wrapped an arm around her waist
and pulled her into him, melding her soft curves and hard expanses of muscle
against him as tightly as he could. He
used his other hand to gently grip her neck, enabling him to angle her head so
that he could delve more deeply into her mouth.
She tasted so damn good, like cocoa and whiskey.
his life.
Faith let her hands roam over his back and then down until
she was cupping him and pulling his pelvis tighter against her.
a moan and pulled his shirt out of his pants so that she could touch the heat
of his flesh. He felt so good.
unbuttoned and lying on the floor, or before his belt was unbuckled and the fly
of his pants was hanging open. When her
hand slithered into his boxers and expertly caressed the hard length of his
cock, he groaned and struggled against his desire to rip off her clothes and
plunge into her over and over until the room around them disappeared.
something in this world, that she wasn’t just a quick fuck.
He pulled away from her hand and when she started to
protest, he put one finger over her lips and gave her a slow, sexy smile.
his finger into her mouth, sucking on it suggestively.
pulled his finger out of her mouth and trailed its wetness down her chin, her
neck, and then her breastbone until it rested in the plush, soft space between
her breasts. Pressing against her
gently, he guided her back until her knees hit the bed with nothing more than
the guidance of his single finger. Then
he was pulling off the tight t-shirt she had been wearing and his mouth
replaced his finger as his hands snaked around her to support her weight.
Sighing in pleasure, Faith watched through passion-laden
eyes as Wesley bent over and placed feather-soft kisses over the flesh of her
breasts that were spilling over the top of her black lace bra.
it, and when he pullt slt slowly down her arms he gave her full breasts an
almost reverent look. She squirmed,
slightly uncomfortable with this type of attention, and he looked up, meeting
her eyes with his and she could see the hardness behind the reverence.
His lips replaced his gaze and he suckled one dark nipple
into his mouth, lashing it with his tongue until it was hard and straining and
she was panting. He bit down gently and
she cooed, low and deep in the back of her throat, as she threw her head
back. As he focused his attention on her
other nipple, he unbuttoned and unzipped her low-waisted jeans and pulled them
down over her hips, dragging the scrap of lace beneath them along with the
denim. Then he picked her up and laid
her gently in the middle of the bed before removing her shoes and jeans.
was next to her, leaning over her and drinking in the sight of her dark-honey
skin that was accentuated by the cream of the bedclothes.
Faith’s eyes raked over him in return, taking in the site of
his slim but muscular body. She couldn’t
get over how much his clothing hid that musculature, but she wasn’t
complaining. With a wicked little smirk
she started to roll over and reach for his erection again, but he shook his
head and pushed her back against the bed, following his push with his body so
that he was pinning her there as he lowered his head and kissed her
deeply. She stiffened for a moment, not
quite comfortable giving up control, but when his tongue swirled sensuously in
her mouth, his teeth nipping gently at her swollen lips, she relaxed.
she did, and there was freedom in that trust.
Freedom to let him tenderly caress her skin, her breasts,
her stomach, and then her very core with his gently roaming hands as he kissed
her, pouring his forgiveness into her.
Wesley followed his hands with his lips, licking and nipping
her until she was writhing under him, her hands wound in his hair as she pushed
him further down her body to the place that was wet and aching for him.
and swirled it, ignoring the strong hands that pulled at his hair almost
desperately, trying to hurry him to his ultimate destination.
“Wes. . .” she panted, her voice demanding and pleading at
the same time.
Not stopping the sensual movement of his hands on her
breasts and hips or his mouth on her stomach, he shifted his eyes up her body
until they met hers and gave her a questioning look.
“What . . . are . . . you doing?” she gasped out, arching up
into his palm as he cupped one breast and tweaked the pebbled nipple between
two fingers.
“Tasting . . . you,” he murmured against her skin,
punctuating each word with a kiss on her well-defined stomach muscles.
The smile she graced him with was erotic in its
knowingness. “My clit tastes much, much,
better, I promise,” she purred and moaned triumphantly when his eyes flashed
with desire and he finally moved lower to taste her wetness.
Wesley had been trying to move slowly, had wanted to show
her what it meant to be made love to by a man, but her brazen, unflinching
words obliterated his careful control.
God he wanted her. He’d never
known a woman who was so confident in bed and frankly, the old him might have
been scared of a woman like Faith who knew what she wanted.
wasn’t intimidated. And she was right,
she tasted like heaven.
She writhed beneath him as he cupped her ass in his hands and
tilted her so that he could worship her with his mouth.
suckled at the evidence of her incredible arousal.
with his tongue before giving it several hard flicks, then sucking it into his
mouth and worrying it with his lips. He
repeated the actions, adding a finger, then two into her heated depths.
she concentrated on the feel of his hands and mouth on her, her hips bucking
into his ministrations with increasing force as she felt her inner muscles
tightening in preparation of her release.
Then his teeth grazed her sensitive flesh as he pushed two fingers deep
inside her, pressing against the sensitive area at the front wall of her sex
and she came, all clenching muscles and drenching liquid.
“ohgodwesyesyesyes” she hissed.
thought she might die from the intensity of her orgasm.
and one hand gripping the sheets, as he continued to use his mouth and hands to
wring out every last contraction.
Wesley kissed his way back up her body, loving the way she
was almost humming in every nerve ending along the way.
slow, burning kiss and grunted in surprise when her previously listless,
satiated body was flipping him over as she took the superior position.
“My turn,” she said softly before she pressed her lips
against his neck and kissed her way up to his ear.
on it for a second before gently nipping it between her teeth.
onto his chest.
The feeling of her silken lips on his body was exquisite and
Wesley was desperate to feel them surround his cock, anxious to feel the hot
wetness of her mouth engulfing him. He
was preparing to wrap his hands in her hair and give her a taste of her own
medicine when he noticed the expanse of skin that she was paying particular
attention to. When the single tear fell
on the scar that marked the most vicious of the cuts she had given him, he
wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up his body so that he could see her
face.
“Shhh, it’s all right.
I forgive you,” he whispered before placing his lips over the wet track
that the tear had left on her face.
She shook her head and pulled slightly away so that she
could look into his eyes. “I know, Wes.
. . I . . . I just need to say I’m sorry, show you I’m sorry,” she whispered.
eyes and he nodded.
Faith looked back down at his body, using her hands to trace
over the old scars that she had given him, and the newer scars that weren’t
hers to claim.
tentative, and Wesley nearly burned with the desire to feel her more firmly
against him. As though reading his mind,
she stretched out on top of him and pressed her lips against his scars,
spending long minutes kissing and suckling at each one, willing him to feel her
sorrow and regret with each lick and nip.
What started out as an act of attrition quickly became one
of want and need and Wesley ran his hands over the curves of her back, reveling
in the feel of her body against his and her lips against his skin.
attention on his largest and most painful (emotionally, physically) scar, he
gasped and his gasp turned into a groan when she sank down over his cock,
engulfing him in her tight wet heat as her hot mouth sucked at his neck.
Moaning her name, he gripped her hips in his hands and
guided her slow, undulating movements in his lap.
her, seating himself as deeply as possible inside her.
and moved her mouth to his, capturing his willing lips and pushing her tongue
into his mouth in a sensual imitation of the motion of their lower bodies.
Then she was sitting up, her hands braced against his chest
as she rode him. The sigf hef her dark
waves cascading around her naked limbs, her flushed skin, her lips wet and
swollen, and her proud, firm breasts shaking slightly as she pressed down against
each of his thrusts was nearly enough to make Wesley lose control.
rolled them over, switching positions so that she was under him as he thrust
into her lush heat.
He could feel the tension building in her again as she
moaned with each thrust inside her.
Feeling himself so near, too close to exploding inside her, he reached
between them and rubbed insistently er cer clit.
She felt him throbbing inside her as he stretched her,
plumbing her depths with his thickness and she knew she was about to experience
the most amazing orgasm of her life.
When he reached between them and rolled her nub between his thumb and
forefinger she cried out and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her
body exploded and the world fell away.
Feeling her strong inner muscles clenching around him,
Wesley groaned in rf anf and thrust deeply into her as he emptied inside
her. Her name fell from his lips with reverence,
a benediction.
After several moments of breathless euphoria, they both
began to breathe again. Wes carefully
moved off of her and laid on his back, pulling her close to him as he tried to
regain his senses.
Faith curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest,
grateful for his warm silence. She was
so glad he didn’t feel the need to talk.
No, she needed the silence-- his slow, circular caresses on her back his
only interaction with her—as she considered the fact that for the first time in
her life she had made love to a man.
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