Happily Ever After Part 3 : A Time For Passion

AUTHOR: Harker De Grace (Sugar N' Spike)
EMAIL: [email protected]
DISTRIBUTION: Please ask. I won't bite unless you ask very nicely
SPOILERS: Season 1 Angel
RATING: NC 17
CONTENT WARNING: Gratuitous sex and bad language in later parts
RELATIONSHIPS: Angel/Faith/Cordelia
FEEDBACK: Yes please even if it's hatemail. Just so I actually GET some mail.
SUMMARY: The result of being in love
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, not even my mind. I think Joss has that too.
DEDICATION: To Tess De Bont. May I ask exactly *what* you were doing outside that Tavern, lass?

The kiss broke, and Angel found himself again lost in the depths of her eyes. The pain was gone now, but desperation obviously seized her heart as her hands slid up to cup his face, never losing eye contact. He gasped at her human warmth, the hot blood coursing through her veins and the heated rhythm of her pulse against his sensitive flesh. Simultaneously Faith felt a shiver run to her core as he slid his own hands under her shirt, easily encircling her waist in his strong, icy grip as their lips met again, probing one another. He explored her hot sweet mouth, tasting her, devouring her, as she lay further against him and pushed them both back down onto the sofa. Faith pressed the length of her lithe body against his and he moaned softly into the kiss as she ground her hips against his, feeling his stiff member press into her heat. He moved his hands further down to rest on her ass, squeezing it gently and thrusting his hips into her grinding. The fever was growing in him as it never had before. With Buffy there had been none of this, she'd been too frightened, never realised before just how small and vulnerable she was against his gargantuan stature. Faith's vibrancy extended beyond her physical size, she felt no fear of him and knew she could tame the massive creature who even now was growling from way down in that deep broad chest, unfastening her shirt with deft fingers as she did the same to him, sliding the velvet away from his enormous shoulders and kissing him all the way down his throat and collarbones as she murmured;

"Not sex, angel. I've done sex, means nothing"

She raised herself up and took him by both hands, leading him to the bedroom. She unfastened the catch of her bra and let it fall to the ground, revealing her firm, full breasts, then lay down on the bed, looking up at him with shining eyes.

"Make love to me"

she whispered, closing her eyes as obediently, Angel crawled up the bed to position himself over her, arching his broad hips away to allow access to the catch of her black leather trousers, which he slid away gently and dropped them before his own trousers joined them on the floor. He lay himself against Faith's naked body, she bit her lip and slid her hands around his muscular biceps as she felt his erection press into her swollen outer lips. He bent and kissed her gently on the lips;

"Are you sure, Faith?" he asked softly, willing to turn back now despite the fact he was on fire with lust for her. She nodded vigorously and grazed her lips over his jaw;

"I've never been more sure"

She felt the tip of his engorged cock nudge at her opening as he gently pushed down. Involuntarily her hips arched up to meet his and she felt the delicious cold sensation as he buried himself inside her. Faith wrapped her arms around his waist again and pulled his solid body tightly to her as he built a slow, intense rhythm. Time seemed to stand still as Faith hovered on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like hours before she let herself go and felt her muscles tighten around what filled her. The hot sensation sent shock waves of pleasure through Angel and he grasped her tightly again, capturing her lips with his as he spilled his cold seed inside her. For the first time in who knew how long, Faith felt totally at peace as she pulled the covers over them both, gratefully sinking against Angel as he curled one arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him. He smiled lazily, kissing the top of her head as she went back to her old habit of tracing patterns over the curve of his stomach with one hand, curling one lock of his silky hair around the other. Usually Angel hated anyone interfering with his hair - especially when they added to the curls like that. He spent hours every day trying to straighten out the natural curls in his hair and it was frustrating for others to put them back - but he was far too deep in the afterglow to care and merely enjoyed her touching him. For almost half an hour, they simply lay enjoying the intimate silence which meant more than any words could, until Angel's thoughts started focusing themselves again and he realised that he felt ravenously hungry. He frowned and Faith giggled, tightening her hold on his waist as his stomach growled loudly. Usually he didn't get hungry enough for that to happen, but lately he had been craving human food more than he thought healthy - which he blamed on Cordelia who kept cooking dinner for he and Wesley. Years ago she'd taken such offence at a comment the Ex Watcher made about her cooking that she took an intensive cookery course. Astonishingly she was now the best cook Angel knew, and he couldn't bring himself to refuse anything she made even if it meant he needed a long nap afterwards in order to digest the massive servings he was unable to say no to. As a consequence he'd got used to eating, and even started feeling hungry for mortal food regularly. Faith sat up a little and kissed the tip of his nose;

"I'm guessing you're hungry" she grinned

"Starved" he muttered back, running both hands over her shoulders, "There's ice cream in the kitchen"

"Chocolate?" Faith raised an eager smile

"With toffee sauce" he told her, smiling as she wandered off to the kitchen shamelessly naked.