A Different Sort of Life

(Wesley/Faith)  -- BTVS S3 --- Wesley starts getting those sexual feelings for Faith.  What happens when Faith notices?   For Oracle Holly for being such a wonderful friend betad by her as well *grin*

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Faith could feel Wesley’s eyes upon her; watching her as she stretched, the fabric taut over her breasts.  She could sense his desires, his needs, and a darkness that lurked beneath his staid personality. 

It could be fun to tease him, to taunt him.  To make him lose his supposed control.  To bring the watcher to his knees, to make him beg, to make him hers, just for the night. 

She watched the emotions range across his face, needs hewould never admit to.  He wanted to possess her, to own her, like so many others she encountered. 

She knew he craved control, but did he crave her more?  She would never be owned, never be a possession.  She was wild and free and found her pleasures where she could.  And tonight she wanted to see what layunderneath the styled suit. 

She smiled coyly him, enjoying the eyes riveted to her as she jogged around the track.  Her work out clothes clungto her as she pushed herself faster; running always running away. 

The sweat glistened off of her, the clothes clung alluringly to her body, and Wesley watched, his eyes never leaving her.

She was hot, needful.  Burning to take and to be taken; he was watching, watching always watching her.  His eyes burned, and she was the Slayer.  Want, take, have; so why was she hesitating?

She waited for the others to leave.  Keeping his attention, touching his arm, leaning over.  Watching him shift uncomfortably as she reached across the table, brushing against him, pressing her body close to him.

Finally they left, the others scattered and left them alone.  She locks the door and shimmies out of her clothes.  She stands in front of him, enjoying the admiring view.  He tries to be noble, starts to speak, to say no.  She simply smiles. 

Naked and glistening she advances on him, backs him into the wall and presses her form to him.  He is so hard, rigged; she craves him. 

Then there’s kissing, and it ismore then she ever expected.  It is tender and passionate.  Gentle and hard; she feels like she is flying.  Hands blur together, his clothes are removed.  She isn’t sure anymore who removed what, she just needs. 

She drops to her knees and engulfs him with her mouth. He is hot, tastes so good.  Feels like velvet, she moans. 

He pushes her onto the desk.  He tastes her, dives his tongue into her over and over again, fucking her with it driving her crazy, begging for more.  He nibbles on her clit, twists it, drives her crazy with his hands, his lips until she is arching off the desk with a powerful orgasm.  Only then does he stop and allows himself to enter her.  Sliding his cock into her, pounding into her, pleasuring her; “My Faith, my beautiful Faith”

When a scream and a grunt they come as one; she tries to move, and he holds her down; holding her against him, on the big mahogany desk.  She should leave, she should escape… but perhaps this time she will let herself stay.