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thatotherperv) wrote2007-03-22 11:31 am
thatotherperv) wrote2007-03-22 11:31 am
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What He Needs, Angel/Faith (2/3)
Title: What He Needs (2/3)
Author: Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)
Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Summary: human AU. Angel's daughter has brought a friend home from college for the Christmas holiday. hijinx ensue.
Warnings: uh...none in particular I can think of. I was a relatively good girl this time!
Disclaimer: not mine. but I always thought Angel and Faith should have had at least one hard sweaty night before she went off to prison. or you know...after she got out. or both.
previous parts here
Part 2
“Then the husband says, ‘Be strong, honey. Just do what he wants, or he’ll kill us.’ And the wife just kind of smiles, which he thinks is weird. And then she says: ‘He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom.’”
At the punch line, Fred erupted in laughter and Faith grinned. Angel actually felt himself blush. Grown men were not supposed to blush. They were supposed to laugh with complete ease at bawdy jokes.
“I don’t think your dad gets it, Fred. You see, Angel, the convict wanted to fuck him in the a—”
“Faith!” Fred laughed at the look on his face. “Leave Dad alone. Look, you’ve embarrassed him. He doesn’t know what to do with you.”
Faith looked poised to say something to that, but Angel must have looked panicked, because instead she smirked and said, “You’re right, I’ll stop riding him so hard.”
~*~*~*~
The garage was chilled. Faith’s nipples puckered as she laid herself out for him, skin raising with gooseflesh as her bare ass contacted the cold metal of the Plymouth’s hood.
Angel goggled. “Faith….” Panicked eyes flickered towards the door to the garage…leading to the kitchen, where Fred was preparing dinner.
“Hell of a car,” Faith said, as if he hadn’t spoken. She stroked the hood like a lover and rolled her bare body against it.
He was weak….
~*~*~*~
Faith tasted sticky sweet, creamy, soft and strong on his tongue. She took pleasure roughly, like a man might, pulling on his hair until the roots strained and shouting hoarsely at a volume that made Angel grateful that Fred had gone out with old friends. When he plucked on the metal bar, twisting it against her clit, Faith went wild, writhing beneath him on the bed.
He’d been right about her dirty mouth. She murmured explicit directions as he ate her: where to put his tongue, his teeth, his lips, when and how hard. Her orders grew more and more colorful until his ears were burning, and Angel felt sure he’d learned a thing or two after all these years.
It was good to be with a woman who knew what she wanted. And wasn’t afraid to shout it, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear.
~*~*~*~
Faith’s self-absorption when they fucked did not prepare him for the skill and enthusiasm with which she gave head. His fantasy hadn’t even come close to this.
She watched him knowingly in the muted gray light of the backyard, smirking somehow around his cock while Angel gasped and swore softly under his breath. Her hand dipped into his jean fly to squeeze his testicles and Angel’s head dropped back with the pleasure of it, hands tightening in fists on the chains of the swing where he was seated.
Jesus. Fred’s swing set. It was so…dirty, to do this here.
After, Faith licked her lips clean and somehow managed to settle herself in Angel’s lap, precariously balanced together in the sling-like seat. Angel still felt a little awkward, in these after-moments.
Should he say thank you?
“Sooo,” Faith said leadingly. Angel studied her amused face. “You put this thing together?”
Her hand gripped the chain, rubbing it as she had him. Angel nodded, unsure where she was going with this.
Faith nodded back musingly, eyes upturned to trace the lines of the large metal structure. “So, we could say…this is your giant erection?”
It was so crass, so childish, that it tore a surprised, hearty laugh from Angel. He laughed so hard he nearly tipped her off his lap onto the grass. She shrieked and clutched at him to keep from falling, and then they laughed together, voices carrying happily into the night air.
~*~*~*~
Christmas came and went. Presents were opened. Angel fretted over whether or not he was supposed to give Faith anything, but she told him one night after a particularly sweaty round of sex against the kitchen cabinets that she wasn’t expecting anything—‘because, you know, that would be awkward and all…and baby, you’re giving me plenty to celebrate right here.’
He really hoped that wasn’t just some coy female way to trick him into surprising her…. Then again, Faith wasn’t the coy type.
He spoiled Fred, as usual. He’d always overdone Christmases and birthdays, feeling like he had to make up for Darla’s absence, and Fred always teased him about the volume of the presents. They were often all wrong…too young for her age, or too last season, and he knew Darla would have done a better shopping for their little girl, but Fred always took them graciously. He kept the receipts, so she could get what she really wanted.
“You like it? If you don’t, it’s ok, I can always….”
Fred grinned and clutched the jacket he’d bought her. “Course I like it, Daddy. But you know you don’t have to buy me all this stuff. All I needed was to see you this happy. I was worried about you, you seemed so sad at Thanksgiving.”
That was news to him. Involuntarily, his eyes slid to Faith, but he tried not to look at her. “I was?”
Fred smiled at him apologetically. “Kinda. But you seem better now. I’m glad.”
His daughter’s eyes held his for a moment longer than Angel could avoid feeling guilty for why he’d been smiling all week.
~*~*~*~
They were washing dishes together again, side by side as a little family unit. Faith had disappeared upstairs. She did that from time to time, to give him a chance for alone-time with Fred.
It didn’t escape his notice, and it was appreciated.
“So….” Fred said, eyes turning up at him with a little smile.
There was something about that look that made Angel nervous. “So,” he agreed.
“Were you gonna tell me that you were screwin’ my friend, or were you just hoping I wouldn’t notice?”
Angel dropped the dish involuntarily, splashing them both with soapy water. His eyes were pressed wide. “I…I, uh…. Look, honey, it isn’t like it probably…um….Oh, God….”
He couldn’t even look at her. How could he do this to her? He was her dad, and….
“Well it looks like you and Faith are screwin’ like bunny rabbits.” Angel scrunched his eyes shut and waited for her to put her foot down…she had her mother’s temper, sometimes. “It also looks like you two really like each other.”
That was it. She said no more. Eventually Angel ventured a look, but she was just kind of smiling at him gently.
“I, uh….” He did like Faith, but it was weird to talk about. He picked a dish out of the water and started scrubbing it self-consciously. Fred was still just watching him.
“You’re not mad?”
She didn’t say anything for a while, and his heart sank. “I heard you guys laughin’ last night in the yard. I remember that laugh…used to hear it all the time, when you’d chase me around the house, goofin’ off. I hadn’t heard it in a long time.”
Angel felt torn. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. “You know, honey, me and Faith, we’re just….”
Fred rolled her eyes. “It’s just sex, Daddy, I didn’t think the two of you were runnin’ off to Vegas.”
His face burned. When had she gotten all…worldly? He might need to kill this Gunn kid. Angel cleared his throat, all too eager to change the subject.
“Leaving tomorrow, huh?”
“Yeah, there’s a New Year’s party I told Charles I’d be back in time for, and Faith didn’t want to overstay her welcome, though I guess there’s no danger of that now.” She sounded way too amused at his discomfort. But she seemed genuinely okay with it, which surprised him…and at the same time, didn’t. That was just Fred.
He should have known.
“Well I’ll check your oil in the morning, but don’t forget to—”
“Keep an eye on the gas gauge,” she finished, sounding put upon. “I know, I know…it was only the one time!”
He couldn’t help but grin. Too big for her britches, but he still saw pigtails and playgrounds when he looked at her.
“I miss you, kiddo.”
“I know, Daddy. I miss you too.”
For a minute, the only sound was the slosh of dishwater.
Then Angel frowned. “Since when do you say ‘screw’?”
~*~*~*~
on to part 3
Author: Author: Mel (
thatotherperv formerly btvslover82)Pairing: Angel/Faith
Rating: NC-17
Summary: human AU. Angel's daughter has brought a friend home from college for the Christmas holiday. hijinx ensue.
Warnings: uh...none in particular I can think of. I was a relatively good girl this time!
Disclaimer: not mine. but I always thought Angel and Faith should have had at least one hard sweaty night before she went off to prison. or you know...after she got out. or both.
previous parts here
Part 2
“Then the husband says, ‘Be strong, honey. Just do what he wants, or he’ll kill us.’ And the wife just kind of smiles, which he thinks is weird. And then she says: ‘He told me he was gay, thought you were cute, and asked me if we had any vaseline. I told him it was in the bathroom.’”
At the punch line, Fred erupted in laughter and Faith grinned. Angel actually felt himself blush. Grown men were not supposed to blush. They were supposed to laugh with complete ease at bawdy jokes.
“I don’t think your dad gets it, Fred. You see, Angel, the convict wanted to fuck him in the a—”
“Faith!” Fred laughed at the look on his face. “Leave Dad alone. Look, you’ve embarrassed him. He doesn’t know what to do with you.”
Faith looked poised to say something to that, but Angel must have looked panicked, because instead she smirked and said, “You’re right, I’ll stop riding him so hard.”
~*~*~*~
The garage was chilled. Faith’s nipples puckered as she laid herself out for him, skin raising with gooseflesh as her bare ass contacted the cold metal of the Plymouth’s hood.
Angel goggled. “Faith….” Panicked eyes flickered towards the door to the garage…leading to the kitchen, where Fred was preparing dinner.
“Hell of a car,” Faith said, as if he hadn’t spoken. She stroked the hood like a lover and rolled her bare body against it.
He was weak….
~*~*~*~
Faith tasted sticky sweet, creamy, soft and strong on his tongue. She took pleasure roughly, like a man might, pulling on his hair until the roots strained and shouting hoarsely at a volume that made Angel grateful that Fred had gone out with old friends. When he plucked on the metal bar, twisting it against her clit, Faith went wild, writhing beneath him on the bed.
He’d been right about her dirty mouth. She murmured explicit directions as he ate her: where to put his tongue, his teeth, his lips, when and how hard. Her orders grew more and more colorful until his ears were burning, and Angel felt sure he’d learned a thing or two after all these years.
It was good to be with a woman who knew what she wanted. And wasn’t afraid to shout it, loud enough for all the neighbors to hear.
~*~*~*~
Faith’s self-absorption when they fucked did not prepare him for the skill and enthusiasm with which she gave head. His fantasy hadn’t even come close to this.
She watched him knowingly in the muted gray light of the backyard, smirking somehow around his cock while Angel gasped and swore softly under his breath. Her hand dipped into his jean fly to squeeze his testicles and Angel’s head dropped back with the pleasure of it, hands tightening in fists on the chains of the swing where he was seated.
Jesus. Fred’s swing set. It was so…dirty, to do this here.
After, Faith licked her lips clean and somehow managed to settle herself in Angel’s lap, precariously balanced together in the sling-like seat. Angel still felt a little awkward, in these after-moments.
Should he say thank you?
“Sooo,” Faith said leadingly. Angel studied her amused face. “You put this thing together?”
Her hand gripped the chain, rubbing it as she had him. Angel nodded, unsure where she was going with this.
Faith nodded back musingly, eyes upturned to trace the lines of the large metal structure. “So, we could say…this is your giant erection?”
It was so crass, so childish, that it tore a surprised, hearty laugh from Angel. He laughed so hard he nearly tipped her off his lap onto the grass. She shrieked and clutched at him to keep from falling, and then they laughed together, voices carrying happily into the night air.
~*~*~*~
Christmas came and went. Presents were opened. Angel fretted over whether or not he was supposed to give Faith anything, but she told him one night after a particularly sweaty round of sex against the kitchen cabinets that she wasn’t expecting anything—‘because, you know, that would be awkward and all…and baby, you’re giving me plenty to celebrate right here.’
He really hoped that wasn’t just some coy female way to trick him into surprising her…. Then again, Faith wasn’t the coy type.
He spoiled Fred, as usual. He’d always overdone Christmases and birthdays, feeling like he had to make up for Darla’s absence, and Fred always teased him about the volume of the presents. They were often all wrong…too young for her age, or too last season, and he knew Darla would have done a better shopping for their little girl, but Fred always took them graciously. He kept the receipts, so she could get what she really wanted.
“You like it? If you don’t, it’s ok, I can always….”
Fred grinned and clutched the jacket he’d bought her. “Course I like it, Daddy. But you know you don’t have to buy me all this stuff. All I needed was to see you this happy. I was worried about you, you seemed so sad at Thanksgiving.”
That was news to him. Involuntarily, his eyes slid to Faith, but he tried not to look at her. “I was?”
Fred smiled at him apologetically. “Kinda. But you seem better now. I’m glad.”
His daughter’s eyes held his for a moment longer than Angel could avoid feeling guilty for why he’d been smiling all week.
~*~*~*~
They were washing dishes together again, side by side as a little family unit. Faith had disappeared upstairs. She did that from time to time, to give him a chance for alone-time with Fred.
It didn’t escape his notice, and it was appreciated.
“So….” Fred said, eyes turning up at him with a little smile.
There was something about that look that made Angel nervous. “So,” he agreed.
“Were you gonna tell me that you were screwin’ my friend, or were you just hoping I wouldn’t notice?”
Angel dropped the dish involuntarily, splashing them both with soapy water. His eyes were pressed wide. “I…I, uh…. Look, honey, it isn’t like it probably…um….Oh, God….”
He couldn’t even look at her. How could he do this to her? He was her dad, and….
“Well it looks like you and Faith are screwin’ like bunny rabbits.” Angel scrunched his eyes shut and waited for her to put her foot down…she had her mother’s temper, sometimes. “It also looks like you two really like each other.”
That was it. She said no more. Eventually Angel ventured a look, but she was just kind of smiling at him gently.
“I, uh….” He did like Faith, but it was weird to talk about. He picked a dish out of the water and started scrubbing it self-consciously. Fred was still just watching him.
“You’re not mad?”
She didn’t say anything for a while, and his heart sank. “I heard you guys laughin’ last night in the yard. I remember that laugh…used to hear it all the time, when you’d chase me around the house, goofin’ off. I hadn’t heard it in a long time.”
Angel felt torn. He didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. “You know, honey, me and Faith, we’re just….”
Fred rolled her eyes. “It’s just sex, Daddy, I didn’t think the two of you were runnin’ off to Vegas.”
His face burned. When had she gotten all…worldly? He might need to kill this Gunn kid. Angel cleared his throat, all too eager to change the subject.
“Leaving tomorrow, huh?”
“Yeah, there’s a New Year’s party I told Charles I’d be back in time for, and Faith didn’t want to overstay her welcome, though I guess there’s no danger of that now.” She sounded way too amused at his discomfort. But she seemed genuinely okay with it, which surprised him…and at the same time, didn’t. That was just Fred.
He should have known.
“Well I’ll check your oil in the morning, but don’t forget to—”
“Keep an eye on the gas gauge,” she finished, sounding put upon. “I know, I know…it was only the one time!”
He couldn’t help but grin. Too big for her britches, but he still saw pigtails and playgrounds when he looked at her.
“I miss you, kiddo.”
“I know, Daddy. I miss you too.”
For a minute, the only sound was the slosh of dishwater.
Then Angel frowned. “Since when do you say ‘screw’?”
~*~*~*~
on to part 3
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Since she me Gunn. I thought that was obvious *grin*
Man this is just great. I'm so adding it to my memories when it's all done.
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I'm so glad you enjoy it that much, babe! thank you :)
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hahaha
of course she knew
i love love love this, so hot and fun and *sigh*
Fred rolled her eyes. “It’s just sex, Daddy, I didn’t think the two of you were runnin’ off to Vegas.”
His face burned. When had she gotten all…worldly? He might need to kill this Gunn kid. Angel cleared his throat, all too eager to change the subject.
*gigglesnort*
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glad you enjoyed this, babe!
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The last line was priceless.
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hee. it seems to have been a hit!
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Keep up the good work, I'm really enjoying this!
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Very hot, and more sex involving a car, yummy. Are you on a car!kink, 'cause I say *more please* if you are...
Thanks for the lovely words, C
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honey, I have permanent car kink. going all the way back to the first fic I posted. lmao. cars and mechanics *headdesk*
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ha!
so, um, not to be greedy but more please? now? :) seriously, i love ur human AUs. u take the characters to some very, uh, interesting places.
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I always loved their canon interaction. such a great friendship / pre-ship. glad you think I did them justice.
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thanks babe. glad you're enjoying it!
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Well Im pleased. Because it turns out Faith is ACTUALLY ME.
..*thinks... uses Fangel icon again, just because never get chance to use it*
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It's amazing, reading two stories of yours at the same time, and finding myself completely immersed in the very separate worlds at separate times. Your writing is all-encompassing without being too wordy, something I work hard to strive for in mine. Every description is very tightly wrapped around, with no wasted words left in a dead hang.
Oh man, doing it on the swingset -- ha! Faith's line made me laugh, too. And Fred's comment about having missed her father's laughter is very fitting, coming from her. She's one to notice, but not one to always tell right away. I don't know how you find the ability to nail every character, but it makes for amazing ensembles.
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thank you! I'm glad you find my little universes engrossing, and I really appreciate the compliment to my writing. it's a lovely one. especially since I often worry that I ramble.
haha, the line on the swingset made me snicker. I'm so 12 on the inside. I love Fred. I havne't really written her yet, but I adore her. I'm glad you liked this!