Title: Don't Fear the Reaper 6/?
Author: Ajay
Rating: R for Het
sex, J/Faith, but this will be an
A/J(Spike) story,
never fear
Disclaimer:
All characters in the BtVS and AtS verse
belong to Josh
Whedon and others who are not me. I
just take them
out for a walk sometimes. Okay, so I
forget to put
Spike back on occasion but who wouldn't
forgive me that?
Warning:
Ummm, don't wanna do this but, character
'death' and a
little Buffy bashing.
Description:
Post 'Fade Away' a wish is made, a wish
is granted and
everyone will pay.
Feedback:
Please. Little wet kitten eyes begging.
Many thanks to my
amazing beta Ghostsforge who is so
good for my ego.
Archived at
www.the-crypt.com and
www.geocities.com/Jess_Lair
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Angel's search
was once again fruitless. He returned
to the Hyperion
more depressed than ever. Seeing Wes
and Fred cuddled
on the couch in the lobby nearly
brought him to
tears. He was happy for them, really,
but it just brought
to the fore what he had lost, what
he had given up
when he had been cursed with a soul as
well as what he
had refused to acknowledge when Spike
returned to him
in such a fortuitous manner. He had
run out of second
chances and some small part of him
resented the
others' being able to pick up their lives
and go on.
The same part that hated Spike for giving
it to them.
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Faith and Jaime
had been dancing and drinking for
hours when she
finally ran out of steam. She tried to
dampen her now
frequent yawns but Jaime was well aware
of them.
"Are you
ready to go?"
Faith was
slightly intoxicated and very horny. Post
slaying a demon
horny. She looked at the beautiful
blue eyed man in
front of her, thought of the vampire
he used to be and
considered her reaction to both.
She put her arms
around Jaime's neck and pulled him
down to
her.
"I'm ready
to go but not to sleep." She leaned into
him and placed a
gentle kiss on his full lips. "Come
back to my room?"
Jaime pulled her
closer and gave her a proper kiss
using his tongue
to communicate his answer without
actually
speaking. They broke away and Jaime took her
hand leading her
out to a dark green Mustang.
"Beautiful
wheels, man." She was appreciative of the
car.
"But, should you really be driving?"
He smiled at
her. "I'll let you in on a secret. I
switched to club
soda after my second drink. I do not
drive after
drinking."
"Cool."
"So, where
to?"
"The
Athletic Club."
"Nice
place."
"Expense
accounts are good for something, yeah?
Anyway, I like
being comfortable so why not do it in
style?"
She smiled at her companion, her half lidded
eyes promising
things he was more than willing to take
delivery on.
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Buffy walked
outside and stared up at the full moon.
Times like this
seemed to find her reflecting on the
past. She
thought about Oz and Veruca, remembering
the heartbreak
that situation had brought her best
friend. She
recalled nights patrolling with the gang,
with Angel as
well as Riley but mostly she thought
about
Spike. His white hair in the glare of the full
moon gave him the
appearance of wearing a halo at
times while at
others it looked like an ice sculpture
sitting atop that
beautiful face. In the heat of
battle it looked
like white hot fire as he moved
gracefully to
dispose of some demon before it could
hurt anyone
else. She could vividly recall the
look on his face
if he failed in that task. She never
really thought
about it before, the disappointment if
one of them was
harmed.
The disgust on
his face after Caleb had blinded Xander
wasn't aimed at
Xander for getting hurt or even Caleb
for doing the
damage. It was for Spike himself. He
felt he should've
anticipated the preacher and stopped
it before it
happened. She was only now realizing
that.
Before she could
get any deeper into the depression
she felt coming
on she brought her mind to more
pleasant
memories. The several times when she and
Spike had sex
under that glowing moon. What he had
learned in over a
century should be written down some
where, it would
definitely be a best seller. Then she
thought about the
night he just held her. That night
held a moon just
like this one. The night before he
died. The
night months before he returned to them and
no one bothered
to tell her. Okay, time to redirect
her thoughts
again. Sex. Sex with Spike...
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Faith let them in
to her room and was in Jaime's arms
before the door
closed. As desperate as she was Jaime
wasn't letting
her rush this. He played water god to
her fire demon
and tempered her ardour with slow,
deep, sensual
kisses. The slide of tongues, the
exploration of
every millimeter of her mouth were all
used to teach her
a language that she had only known
the verbs to
before.
She was melting
into puddles of desire simply through
the intensity of
his kiss. 'I'm probably going to
pass out when he
fucks me if it's anything like this!'
was the only
coherent thought in her passion fevered
mind.
His hands were
buried in her dark hair, elegant
fingers cradling
her skull and giving her scalp a
sensuous massage,
relaxing her even as her body tensed
in desire.
She reached to remove his shirt and he
grabbed her
hands, holding them to her side until he
felt her body
melt against his. Then he sent his
hands questing
down her back, finding the tense places
and massaging
those back to suppleness, too. And she
came for the
first time night.
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Angel stared at
the full moon. His thoughts also
wandered to
memories. Nights spent hunting with his
family, Darla and
Drusilla enchanting the young men
who were at this
or that function, himself using the
thrall more often
than not to get what ever prey he
fancied.
But William, Will didn't need thrall or even
the tittering
flirtation of the girls,he simply
charmed
everyone. Married men, elderly matrons, even
members of the
king's guard fell under his spell.
And, innocent
young maids had no desire to remain
innocent whenever
Will concentrated his attentions on
them. And
they'd end their night back at wherever
they were calling
their home, all of them in bed
together free
range sex the only choice on the menu.
There were few
times he ever recalled making love
during that
period of his life. He could admit now
that most of
those times were with William, even a few
of them were with
Spike.
So, did that mean
he had loved both incarnations of
his Childe
despite what he told himself and Spike?
God, he was
stupid.
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Every time Faith
tried to take control of their
encounter he made
a move that slaked her need to rush
things. She
wanted to ask him how he had learned some
of the moves he
used but refrained. All thoughts of
questioning him
left her when he began to undress her.
As each inch of
her skin was revealed he placed a
kiss there.
No one, NO ONE, had ever made her feel
more beautiful,
more desirable during sex. That
thought brought
her to a halt. She stared at Jaime
with sudden
knowledge shining in her eyes.
If he was Spike
Buffy would definitely want him back.
Would he run to
her if he ever got his memory back?
Or would he stay
with Angel? She had read some of the
Watcher's Diaries
and she knew what kind of
relationship
Spike and Angelus had had. She would
probably only
have this one night and she needed to
make the most of
it. She kissed him again and watched
as he made his
way down her belly to unzip the tight
jeans she wore.
He stopped at her
navel and frenched it in a way that
was, amazingly,
not ticklish. She knew her body well
and realized that
she should have been rolling on the
floor in laughter
after that maneuver. Instead she
was holding onto
his shoulders, willing her knees to
lock in place as
she rode out another wave of
pleasure.
Damn.
Jaime pressed a
kiss to her stomach. His fingers
trailed just
inside her waistband as he moved to
unfasten her
belt. He stopped just as he undid her
buckle.
"What?"
He looked up at
her and gave her a chagrined smile.
"The
talk. We need to have the talk."
"The
talk?" Okay, she cold be forgiven since there
was no longer any
blood in her brain. "Oh, THE talk.
I was tested four
months ago. I'm clean and I haven't
had sex since
then."
His eyes
bugged. "You're kidding? YOU haven't had
sex in four
months?"
She pouted.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
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"I
mean," his tongue dipped into her navel, "you are
one of the
sexiest women I've ever known. I just find
it hard to
believe you've gone any length of time
without
sex. The men in your world must be nuts."
He moved his
fingers to the button of her jeans but
she grabbed them
before he could complete the move.
"Uh, unh,
lover. The talk, remember? I answer, you
answer? Tit
for tat. No tat from you, no tit from
me."
He laughed.
"I'm clean. Had to have a physical for
insurance in
April. And, I've never had sex without
protection."
"Smart
man. Shall we proceed?"
He looked up at
her, squinting his eyes slightly and
running his
tongue over his upper teeth. He slid her
jeans down her
legs. "Have you ever played the 'No
Touch' game,
Faith?"
"Huh?
Umm," his lips were nibbling down the front of
her right
leg. "N,no. I'm not familiar with that
one."
"Well, let
me tell you the rules," he picked her up
and wrapped her
legs around his waist. He walked over
to the bed and
laid her down. She put her hands on
his shoulders to
steady herself as she reclined.
"Now, that
will be the last time you will touch me
until I give you
express permission."
"But..."
"No.
You will be perfectly still while I give you
pleasure.
And, if you're a really good girl I will
make it last for
a very long time."
"That's
torture!"
He
chortled. "We'll see."
"And, what
happens if I break the rules?"
He ran a hand up
her right leg. "The first time you
break the rules
I'll have to restrain you. If you
attempt it again
I get the option of walking away."
Her heated
response was drowned out by the invasion of
her mouth with
his tongue.
He released her
and began at the top of her temple,
running his
fingers along a path that was a millimeter
above the skin's
surface. When he reached her
collarbone he
began chasing the same path with his
lips. He
stopped to suck at her earlobe then moved
down to the
hollow of her neck.
By this time his
fingers were at her hip bones and she
spread her legs
in anticipation of him paying
attention to the
heated area that lay there. Instead
he moved both
hands to the inside of her thighs and
continued the
path south. When his lips reached that
same juncture he
veered left and kissed and nibbled
his way down to
her ankle.
He laved the
bottom of her foot then sucked each toe
into his
mouth. She was barely restraining herself
from grabbing him
and moving him back to where she
needed him
most. She remembered his threat of tying
her up and
stilled her hands at the last second.
He moved back up
to her hip and repeated the kiss,
nibble torture
down her left leg. He moved back up
her body and
turned her over. As he repeated the
pattern on the
rear of her body she began to undulate
against the bed,
desperate for relief. She stopped
when his hand
landed heavy on her ass. She's have a
bruise for a
while. Good thing she healed fast.
He crawled back
up her body, pushing her thighs so
that her rear was
in the air. The cool air touch her
heat only seconds
before his hot tongue did the same.
She didn't
last. She couldn't.
She heard him rip
open a condom package then he was
sliding into her
from behind. She arched her back
repeatedly as he
moved inside her. She had climaxed
twice more before
he came. He slid out of her to
dispense with the
condom then spooned up behind her.
He was a
cuddler. Who knew?
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Buffy finished
her packing and sat her bags beside the
door ready to be
picked up in the morning when she
would be leaving
with her sister on the first leg of
their trek across
She cursed the
younger girl, Giles, Xander and
everyone else who
was conspiring to keep her away from
Angel. None
of them understood that he was her only
link left with
Spike.
She looked at
their itinerary one more time. They
wouldn't reach
Maybe that would
be a nice time of year to have a
serious
conversation about the direction of their
lives.
Maybe.
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Twenty minutes
later Jaime began another assault with
his mouth,
hitting the highlights of her body, the
ones he had
learned earlier would give her the most
pleasure.
She remembered his warning still and dug
her fingers into
the mattress as he separated the
cheeks of her ass
and slowly zeroed in on her anus.
It had been very
few men who knew that that was such a
hot spot on her
body. Or, maybe it was just that few
of them found
that particular move appealing. What
ever. Jaime
knew what he was doing. They thoroughly
ruined the hotel
bedspread in their gold medal worthy
second act.
She was seriously considering a shower
and a nap when a
low, sexual voice spoke.
"Faith?
You can touch me now."
She stared at
him. Now it was her turn to show him
some of the moves
she knew. She couldn't decide which
part of his
delicious body to start with.
He let out a
groan as he tightened his hands in her
hair pulling at
her scalp. She continued to fondle
his balls as she
sucked at the head of his cock,
occasionally
sinking down to take the full length deep
into her
throat. His warning was barely coherent
before he spilled
himself into her mouth.
"That's not
the smartest thing in the world to be
doing, you
know?"
"I know, but
I trust you. If you say you're clean, I
believe
you. Besides, that's one of my favorite acts
and I like to
follow through." She ran her index
finger down his
perineum allowing it to sink up to her
knuckle in his
anus. He didn't object so she pushed
further, rubbing
his prostate watching with interest
as he began to
lengthen, again. Stamina. She liked
that word.
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Angel entered the
abandoned warehouse where the
XS'asqe Demon was
rumoured to be holding up. Gunn and
Wesley were with
him despite his desperate efforts to
convince them he
could handle it alone. They didn't
seem to trust him
whenever he said that lately.
The demon
unfurled itself from the dark corner it was
hunkered down
in. The men watched as it rose to its
full ten feet and
its tentacles rolled out across the
width of the
floor. Okay, maybe it was wisest to have
backup.
The fight took
nearly two hours. Each time they cut
off a tentacle it
grew back. Gunn's sudden
inspiration of
getting the flame thrower out of the
car finally
vanquished the demon.
Distasteful looks
on their faces, the men stumbled out
to the car.
Angel didn't even have the energy to
worry about his
precious seats. He just handed the
keys to Gunn and
climbed in.
He barely made it
into the shower and back to his bed
before
collapsing. Maybe tonight he wouldn't dream of
Spike and the
myriad ways he had lost him.
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Faith was
tired. A good tired, but tired. She
straddled Jaime's
lap, facing his feet. She sank down
on him and lay
down her back against his chest.
His hands came up
to cover her breasts as she began to
use those muscles
she had bragged to Spike about to
rhythmically squeeze
him bringing them both to another
climax. She
turned her head to kiss him again
allowing his
talented tongue to lull her to sleep this
time instead of
exciting her as it had been doing for,
she raised her
heavy head to look at the clock. It
was
after one.
Four hours. It had been four nearly non
stop hours of
passionate love making. She wouldn't
even call it sex
because it had felt like so much
more.
Damn. She
would love to keep him around but once more
thoughts of Buffy
and Angel invaded. She'd hold these
memories close.
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They woke at
them taking a
shower while waiting for the food to
arrive.
Amazingly, they
didn't have an awkward moment. She
usually didn't
stick around for the morning after
because she
expected there to be nothing to talk about
but that didn't
happen.
Jaime talked
about his family, his job and his hopes
for the
future. He told her how much he had enjoyed
meeting everyone
the night before and sought her
opinion on
whether Wesley were humouring him when he
offered his
help. She assured him that that wasn't
the case.
He left a little
after one and she decided to go to
the Hyperion to
visit with the AI gang to find out
their opinions on
Jaime. Maybe they had some ideas
about what to do
on the Spike front.
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Angel was walking
down the stairs as she bopped
through the front
doors.
"Angel!
My man. You look like... shit. Something
wrong?"
Angel halted
halfway across the lobby, his face
showing his
confusion. He had caught the familiar
scent of his
Childe in the room. He scanned every
inch of the
place. He must be hallucinating.
"Angel?
What is it?" Faith moved closer to him.
She reached out
to touch him and nearly had her arm
torn off.
He pulled her closer and scented her. The
smell was on
Faith!
"Where is
he?"
"Who?"
Faith was really worried about the vampire.
Who, exactly, was
it he thought she knew the
whereabouts of?
He shook his head
and backed away from her. "Nothing
I'm sorry.
I just..."
She patted his
arm. "It's okay, man. Whatever it is
just,"
she shook her head, "let it go."
"I wish I
could."