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What He Needs, Angel/Faith (3/3) - complete!
Title: What He Needs (3/3)
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 3
“Ohh. Oh god. Fuck—”
Angel’s eyes slid almost shut as Faith arched her back into his thrusts, ass turned up invitingly, arms braced against the headboard as he pummeled her from behind. His hands slid greedily over her slick back, caressing her sides, reaching under to cup her breast that jarred with the force of his hips slamming into hers.
She was leaving tomorrow.
When she turned to look back over her shoulder, her face was tense but she was laughing. “Goddamn, Angel….”
He gathered her hair up in one hand, leaning his weight against the headboard as he bent forward to take her earlobe between his teeth, sucking as he molded himself against her back.
His hips didn’t slow, even though part of him felt as though they should be…. What, making love? Faith would rebuff him for sure. And any way that’s not what this was, and that’s not what he needed…he needed to take her hard and rough this last night. He felt guilty for that. He had a feeling not many people took care with this girl.
Despite that, he drove forward harder, teeth scraping over her throat until she bared it for him, pushing back against him with soft sounds of exertion. They were both breathing hard, and Angel held on tight when he felt her tense in orgasm with a choked-off wail, feeling her spasm around his cock. His teeth gripped a possessive hold on her shoulder as his fingers tensed around the headboard, other hand slipping lower to bring her off again.
He pressed his forehead against her slick shoulder blade and clenched his eyes shut, colliding into her faster and faster as he strained to come, grasping her shoulder hard enough that he realized he’d leave bruises just before he relaxed his grip. Finally he felt the jolt of pleasure snake outwards from his balls and he thrust forward one last time as he cried out hoarsely and came.
Angel sagged against Faith, but a moment later she began to shift uncomfortably under his weight, and he moved away. They collapsed onto the bed, boneless and still overheated, but curling together in spite of it.
“Jesus Christ, who knew you had that in you? You been holdin’ out on me, son.” Angel felt a laugh bubble up at the amazement in her voice and her put-out expression. He didn’t bother to hold it in…it was late, but Fred had conveniently decided to go out with some old friends—informing them not to expect her back till morning.
Angel still wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about his daughter arranging for him to get some ass. But at the moment, he was grateful.
“Are you trying to tell me that the sex was bad until just now?” She made a face and he grinned.
“All week and you never cut loose quite like that.” Her face grew contemplative, and in a rare gesture of intimacy, her fingers stroked lightly over his cheek. “Still hold on to something, even when you do.”
Something deep inside clenched. “Faith….”
Her smile was a little too old for her years. “You gotta lighten up, or you’re gonna be one of those guys that keels over from a heart attack when he’s still young and pretty.”
He made himself smile past the lump in his throat. “Pretty, huh?”
“Prettier than most girls,” she teased, and the solemn moment was broken.
Angel hugged her closer and buried his face in her hair briefly.
“I got you something.”
Faith pulled back, immediately wary. “No, no, we said we weren’t gonna do that. I don’t have anything for you.”
“I don’t want anything.” He stroked her hair when she still looked ruffled. “It’s small. I just…I just wanted to get it for you, ok?”
When she didn’t really answer, he slid out of bed and took a box off the dresser. It really wasn’t much of anything, and he wasn’t even sure if she’d like it. It had been sort of an impulse buy….
She opened the box and took the necklace out and said nothing, and Angel couldn’t help fidgeting a little. Darla would have kicked him out of bed for buying her something like this—it was actually a man’s necklace, though not so heavy that he thought it would overwhelm Faith’s petite form. It was a twisted braid of metal, and when he saw it, it reminded him of Faith.
“Uh…it’s a bad present, let me just—”
Before he could take it out of her hands, she snatched it back. “No, I love it. Not…too girlie or nothin’. Thanks.”
She pressed her lips to his self-consciously, and he helped her fumbled attempt to clasp the chain around her throat.
When they settled again on the bed, he lay his head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers played with the ends of his hair, and Angel felt like she wanted to say something long before she did.
“I kind of like you.”
Angel let the emotion he’d been tamping down swell a little, and he smiled. “I kind of like you, too.”
“The thing is—”
He wanted nothing to do with the business end of that sentence. Then again, he didn’t think that she did, either. So when he slid farther down her body and settled himself between her thighs, brushing his mouth along the soft inside until she parted them further for him, she let the sentence drift away.
Neither of them tried to speak seriously again the rest of the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Breakfast was incredibly awkward.
Fred showed up with a box of donuts at 9am, slamming the door conspicuously as she came in through the garage, hard enough to rattle the foundation of the house and wake them up in the master bedroom.
They all sat around the kitchen table bleary-eyed in what passed for pajamas, and Angel was fairly sure none of them had gotten more than four hours of sleep.
But he was pretty sure not all of them had gotten laid. Or there was a man somewhere in this town he needed to kill.
Coffee good. He was too old to stay up all night like this. He was pretty sure his back was gonna kill him later.
But when Faith groped him briefly under the table and snickered at the way he choked on his bear claw, he figured the sleep deprivation was worth it.
He checked the oil in Fred’s little Honda just like he always did—she’d be due for a change when she came home in January—and helped them load up the trunk. Fred said she wasn’t sure where she was going to sleep in the dorm once she made room for all her Christmas loot, and when Faith told her she could always bunk with Gunn, they both seemed to find the noise that he made hilarious.
And then they were all three standing in the driveway awkwardly, trying to figure out the protocol for saying goodbye.
He turned to Fred, because that was so much easier. “You know when you’re planning on coming home?”
“Martin Luther King weekend, probably.”
“Oh ok. That’s good. Not too far away.”
And then it was awkward again. Fred looked at both of them pointedly, while Angel did his best to look very fascinated with the pavement.
“Oh for god’s sake. Faith, my dad really likes you, and not just because you’re the best sex he’s had in ages. He wants to see you again.” Just when he could feel his face warming, she turned to him. “Dad, Faith didn’t expect to see you as anything other than a giant penis—oh....” She made a face. “But she likes you. A lot. And between you, you’ve got enough relationship phobia to fill the ocean twice over, so if I don’t say something, God knows neither one of you will.”
There was a quick peck on the cheek and a “bye, Daddy,” and then she was sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind her, leaving he and Faith alone in the driveway.
When they finally made eye contact, they both started laughing.
“Okay. So. I want to see you again,” he offered.
She nodded. “You’re more to me than a giant penis.”
That set them off again. When the laughter wound down, he wrapped her up in a hug. “Thanks for coming.”
The suggestive smile she shot back when she pulled away made him a little warm. She rocked onto the balls of her feet, teasing. “Thanks for havin’ me.”
Trying not to stare at the roll of her hips as she walked around to get in the car was a losing battle. Fred was on her cell, but rolled down the window when he came to the driver’s side door.
“Don’t drive with your phone.”
Fred laughed at him good-naturedly and turned into the phone. “Didn’t I tell you he was gonna say that?” There was a pause, and a male voice through the speaker. “Charles! God, you’re as bad as he is. Fine…fine. Bye!”
She hung up and tossed the phone in her purse, smiling up at him. “He said you were right. He’s always on me not to talk while I’m drivin’. And not to walk across campus alone. And…a million other things.” She rolled her eyes.
Maybe he’d like this kid after all.
“Call me when you get home.” He ducked his head to look at Faith, but didn’t say anything.
Fred threw the car into reverse. “I’ll give her the house number.” She had the window nearly closed when he heard her mutter “Like a couple of 12-year-olds, I swear.”
Then she was pulling out of the driveway and Angel was waving, watching them until they turned a corner and drove out of sight.
But they’d both be back, one of these days.
~end~
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 3
“Ohh. Oh god. Fuck—”
Angel’s eyes slid almost shut as Faith arched her back into his thrusts, ass turned up invitingly, arms braced against the headboard as he pummeled her from behind. His hands slid greedily over her slick back, caressing her sides, reaching under to cup her breast that jarred with the force of his hips slamming into hers.
She was leaving tomorrow.
When she turned to look back over her shoulder, her face was tense but she was laughing. “Goddamn, Angel….”
He gathered her hair up in one hand, leaning his weight against the headboard as he bent forward to take her earlobe between his teeth, sucking as he molded himself against her back.
His hips didn’t slow, even though part of him felt as though they should be…. What, making love? Faith would rebuff him for sure. And any way that’s not what this was, and that’s not what he needed…he needed to take her hard and rough this last night. He felt guilty for that. He had a feeling not many people took care with this girl.
Despite that, he drove forward harder, teeth scraping over her throat until she bared it for him, pushing back against him with soft sounds of exertion. They were both breathing hard, and Angel held on tight when he felt her tense in orgasm with a choked-off wail, feeling her spasm around his cock. His teeth gripped a possessive hold on her shoulder as his fingers tensed around the headboard, other hand slipping lower to bring her off again.
He pressed his forehead against her slick shoulder blade and clenched his eyes shut, colliding into her faster and faster as he strained to come, grasping her shoulder hard enough that he realized he’d leave bruises just before he relaxed his grip. Finally he felt the jolt of pleasure snake outwards from his balls and he thrust forward one last time as he cried out hoarsely and came.
Angel sagged against Faith, but a moment later she began to shift uncomfortably under his weight, and he moved away. They collapsed onto the bed, boneless and still overheated, but curling together in spite of it.
“Jesus Christ, who knew you had that in you? You been holdin’ out on me, son.” Angel felt a laugh bubble up at the amazement in her voice and her put-out expression. He didn’t bother to hold it in…it was late, but Fred had conveniently decided to go out with some old friends—informing them not to expect her back till morning.
Angel still wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about his daughter arranging for him to get some ass. But at the moment, he was grateful.
“Are you trying to tell me that the sex was bad until just now?” She made a face and he grinned.
“All week and you never cut loose quite like that.” Her face grew contemplative, and in a rare gesture of intimacy, her fingers stroked lightly over his cheek. “Still hold on to something, even when you do.”
Something deep inside clenched. “Faith….”
Her smile was a little too old for her years. “You gotta lighten up, or you’re gonna be one of those guys that keels over from a heart attack when he’s still young and pretty.”
He made himself smile past the lump in his throat. “Pretty, huh?”
“Prettier than most girls,” she teased, and the solemn moment was broken.
Angel hugged her closer and buried his face in her hair briefly.
“I got you something.”
Faith pulled back, immediately wary. “No, no, we said we weren’t gonna do that. I don’t have anything for you.”
“I don’t want anything.” He stroked her hair when she still looked ruffled. “It’s small. I just…I just wanted to get it for you, ok?”
When she didn’t really answer, he slid out of bed and took a box off the dresser. It really wasn’t much of anything, and he wasn’t even sure if she’d like it. It had been sort of an impulse buy….
She opened the box and took the necklace out and said nothing, and Angel couldn’t help fidgeting a little. Darla would have kicked him out of bed for buying her something like this—it was actually a man’s necklace, though not so heavy that he thought it would overwhelm Faith’s petite form. It was a twisted braid of metal, and when he saw it, it reminded him of Faith.
“Uh…it’s a bad present, let me just—”
Before he could take it out of her hands, she snatched it back. “No, I love it. Not…too girlie or nothin’. Thanks.”
She pressed her lips to his self-consciously, and he helped her fumbled attempt to clasp the chain around her throat.
When they settled again on the bed, he lay his head on her chest and she wrapped her arms around him. Her fingers played with the ends of his hair, and Angel felt like she wanted to say something long before she did.
“I kind of like you.”
Angel let the emotion he’d been tamping down swell a little, and he smiled. “I kind of like you, too.”
“The thing is—”
He wanted nothing to do with the business end of that sentence. Then again, he didn’t think that she did, either. So when he slid farther down her body and settled himself between her thighs, brushing his mouth along the soft inside until she parted them further for him, she let the sentence drift away.
Neither of them tried to speak seriously again the rest of the night.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Breakfast was incredibly awkward.
Fred showed up with a box of donuts at 9am, slamming the door conspicuously as she came in through the garage, hard enough to rattle the foundation of the house and wake them up in the master bedroom.
They all sat around the kitchen table bleary-eyed in what passed for pajamas, and Angel was fairly sure none of them had gotten more than four hours of sleep.
But he was pretty sure not all of them had gotten laid. Or there was a man somewhere in this town he needed to kill.
Coffee good. He was too old to stay up all night like this. He was pretty sure his back was gonna kill him later.
But when Faith groped him briefly under the table and snickered at the way he choked on his bear claw, he figured the sleep deprivation was worth it.
He checked the oil in Fred’s little Honda just like he always did—she’d be due for a change when she came home in January—and helped them load up the trunk. Fred said she wasn’t sure where she was going to sleep in the dorm once she made room for all her Christmas loot, and when Faith told her she could always bunk with Gunn, they both seemed to find the noise that he made hilarious.
And then they were all three standing in the driveway awkwardly, trying to figure out the protocol for saying goodbye.
He turned to Fred, because that was so much easier. “You know when you’re planning on coming home?”
“Martin Luther King weekend, probably.”
“Oh ok. That’s good. Not too far away.”
And then it was awkward again. Fred looked at both of them pointedly, while Angel did his best to look very fascinated with the pavement.
“Oh for god’s sake. Faith, my dad really likes you, and not just because you’re the best sex he’s had in ages. He wants to see you again.” Just when he could feel his face warming, she turned to him. “Dad, Faith didn’t expect to see you as anything other than a giant penis—oh....” She made a face. “But she likes you. A lot. And between you, you’ve got enough relationship phobia to fill the ocean twice over, so if I don’t say something, God knows neither one of you will.”
There was a quick peck on the cheek and a “bye, Daddy,” and then she was sliding into the driver’s seat and slamming the door behind her, leaving he and Faith alone in the driveway.
When they finally made eye contact, they both started laughing.
“Okay. So. I want to see you again,” he offered.
She nodded. “You’re more to me than a giant penis.”
That set them off again. When the laughter wound down, he wrapped her up in a hug. “Thanks for coming.”
The suggestive smile she shot back when she pulled away made him a little warm. She rocked onto the balls of her feet, teasing. “Thanks for havin’ me.”
Trying not to stare at the roll of her hips as she walked around to get in the car was a losing battle. Fred was on her cell, but rolled down the window when he came to the driver’s side door.
“Don’t drive with your phone.”
Fred laughed at him good-naturedly and turned into the phone. “Didn’t I tell you he was gonna say that?” There was a pause, and a male voice through the speaker. “Charles! God, you’re as bad as he is. Fine…fine. Bye!”
She hung up and tossed the phone in her purse, smiling up at him. “He said you were right. He’s always on me not to talk while I’m drivin’. And not to walk across campus alone. And…a million other things.” She rolled her eyes.
Maybe he’d like this kid after all.
“Call me when you get home.” He ducked his head to look at Faith, but didn’t say anything.
Fred threw the car into reverse. “I’ll give her the house number.” She had the window nearly closed when he heard her mutter “Like a couple of 12-year-olds, I swear.”
Then she was pulling out of the driveway and Angel was waving, watching them until they turned a corner and drove out of sight.
But they’d both be back, one of these days.
~end~