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
Europe.

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
Los Angeles until nearly Thanksgiving.
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
5:08 a.m.  They had arrived at the hotel a little
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
noon and ordered in room service, each of
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."

 

 

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