Title: Moving On to Better Things
Author: Talion
Disclaimer: I do not own nore am I in any way affiliated with the people on or in Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel the Series
Rating: R (Faith/Angel)
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Faith growled tossing her school books onto the cherry wood desk of her room. Flopping down on the bed, "I HATE SCHOOL!" She cried out, pouting her palm rubbing into her eyes. "Slayer's don't need school..." She practically whined. Closing her eyes she heaved a rather large sigh. Life sucks! Angel stood leaning against the door jam watching her theatrics.
"You do if you don't want to be a Food Joy clerk the rest of your life." He quipped, moving in to sit next to her. "Besides, that's the deal. You go to school ... you don't have to work. And I'll cover your expenses and your ass." He smiled, when she glared and tried to kick him.
He grabbed the foot which lashed out, chuckling. "Careful there Tiger. You could hurt someone." He began to message her foot, and she sighed. Faith continued to glare as his fingers worked their magic on her feet.
"Fine, whatever ... does it have to be so hard? I mean fuck. Why do I need to know the square root of a triangle ... and how can a triangle have a SQUARE root?" She grumbled. "Ohh, right there, I think I hurt that muscle last night, when I jumped off that crypt."
Angel raised an eyebrow at her. "You didn't mention jumping off a crypt last night." He murmured. He growled when she grinned at him. "What were you doing, Faith?" He shook his head, she was always doing stuff to get hurt, it was like a drug for her.
She shrugged, and laughed when he tickled her foot. "Ever since B got knocked up by her commando boy, I've been doing double rounds. Me and Spike were goofing off, cause it was slow, he bet me $20 bucks I couldn't summer salt off the crypt. I earned $20 bucks last night, without even spreading my legs!" Faith grinned when she saw Angel's eye flicker with golden light. He hated it when she downed her self or made any reference her having sex with any one. So she did both often, just to tick him off.
Spike was in the hall way shaking his head. "Here, now pet. If your gonna tell the story at least tell it so I don't end up with me arse in a sling." Spike called coming in, and moving on to her bed, behind her, so that she could lean back against him.
He looked up at his sire. "I bet she couldn't do it ... after she dared me to." He nodded. "I'm not that bloody stupid, so I didn't do it, and didn't figure she'd be that asinine. And let me find you've been spreading your legs for any one Kitten, and find your ass staked to a wall." Faith simply rolled her eyes at Angel.
Spike was under the impression that he was her big brother. "I spread my legs all the time." She literally giggled when Angel stopped working her foot. "Getting some practically every night ... usually more then once," she laughed.
Spike growled warningly at Angel. "Mate I thought we had a talk." He couldn't explain his protectiveness for the brunette slayer, and if she wasn't shagging his sire five ways from Tuesday he might have been interested. But she was and he really wasn't. "She needs to sleep. She needs to concentrate on her learning."
Faith sighed, groaning as Spike began his lecture again. "Spike... Will," She used his true name to end his tirade. "Chill out. I was kidding. Angel's too old to get it up that much." She pouted cutely. "I never have any fun. Honestly." She grinned at Angel, who was currently glaring at her. Angel continued to work the feet of his mouthy lover, mentally planning her demise. "Yeah ... no fun, for Faith." He agreed, flashing his golden eyes at her. He watched Spike, kiss her head, then move her out of his lap.
Spike rolled his eyes, moved Faith and stood. "I'm going out. I have a pregnant slayer to appease. Thank the powers she got rid of that Commando git." He murmured. "I'd move her in here ... but she needs her sleep ... and with all the fun Faith isn't having ... she'd never fall asleep." He walked out smacking his sire in the head. Knowing he'd end up paying for his cheekiness later.
Angel waited for the bedroom door to slam shut. "Old, hu? Can't get it up?" He began to crawl up the bed, to his wide eyed raven haired trouble maker.
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In the two years since they began living together, they had only been sleeping together for a little over two months. Not something either had planned. Both tolerated one another, after the 'authorities' had turned the wayward slayer over to Angel when she was 16. He made her go back to school, and she was graduating this spring. Her 18th birthday having come and gone back in August.
Angel had moved into a rather nice home with Spike's help, who knew Spike had the brains to help run a multimillion dollar corporation of course he delt in tobacco, so it wasn't exactly the most honorable of corporations, and recently Spike had been forced to pay off quiet a few lawyers after some ugly court battles.
One night, after she had gotten home late from slaying, Angel was waiting for her in the darkened living room. "Your late. Curfew was an hour ago. You have school in the morning." She stopped and scoffed.
"I know I'm late. And no, school is out, this is America we celebrate things like Thanksgiving." She wondered into the kitchen, and opened a can of soda. Drinking it all then left the can on the counter, moving to the stairs.
"Faith. You left your trash on the counter." He called, trying desperately not to be too angry. He knew something was wrong, and he knew she was acting out suddenly because of it. "Throw it away." When she stopped but didn't turn he stood. Gripping her wrist and dragged her back to the kitchen. "Put the can in the garbage." She did so without even looking at him.
"Gonna lecture me now? Maybe ground me for being late?" She mocked him, her hands sliding into her pockets. It was then that he noticed her lipstick was smeared and her hair had been pulled down trying to cover the hickey on the left side of her neck.
Raising an eyebrow, Angel tried desperately to deny the jealously that ran through his system. Brushing her hair aside, he let his thumb brush the mark. "Spike seen this?"
"Naw, it's fresh." She shrugged. Repressing the shudder she felt when his fingers brushed her skin. "Unlike some people I don't do celibacy." She turned, and was shocked to find herself thrown over Angel's shoulder and up the stairs into her bathroom. Finally set on the counter, with her very angry one time guardian, glowering down at her.
"Are you trying to tell me you fucked some nameless punk, and THAT is why your an hour late getting home?" Angel tried desperately not to change, he knew he was growling, and was unable to stop. "Faith. Answer me." His demon was feeding off her fear. She had never seen him this angry before. Shaking her head, she stammered. "N... no. I was... Jon... Johnny and I were just fooling around ... he ... he got a bit over zealous." She knew she was soaking but silently prayed Angel wouldn't pick up on it.
Angel could smell her and it was driving him crazy. Night after night, he'd listen to her on the other side of his wall, as she masturbated herself to sleep. He listened to her cry when she had a nightmare. He'd listen to her gossip with Buffy about boys and school, and slaying. Numerous things, as he realized his feeling for the smart mouthed slayer.
After agreeing that things between he and Buffy could never really be better, they had parted, even with a permanent soul. Both had scars that were too deep. Buffy had soon forgiven Faith, and was currently doing everything in her power to fix, the dark slayer up with anything with a dick. From the mark on Faith's neck he was guessing Buffy's latest client had been a winner.
"Another one of Buffy's friends?" Angel tried desperately not to sound jealous.
Faith felt her shackles rise, at Buffy's name. "Yeah. Why? Don't worry, this one never hit on B. OK?" She glared at him, pushing him away. "Why don't you call B, and bitch at her, about her taste in men, k?" She shoved at him again, but stopped when his growl only got louder. "You are gonna wake up Spike." She warned him.
"Spike is out." Was all Angel said, before capturing her pout beneath his unyielding mouth. Taking advantage of her shock, he moved his tongue into her mouth. Soon Faith was returning his kiss, her hands gripping at his shoulders. "No more." He growled down at her. Without hesitation she nodded, and was soon swept back into another kiss.
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Faith had been working out in the spare room. Her tiny cutoffs and sports bra the only thing on her glistening skin. He'd been watching since the sounds of "Seether", had echo'd through the walls to his office. Cordelia grinning as she did the filing grooving to the song, didn't notice when Angel slipped out and down to find out what his little goddess was up to. Faith felt him watching but continues to pummel the punching bag. She didn't have school this coming Monday either. The night before Thanksgiving he had kissed her. Since then they had been sneaking around stealing kisses, and having major make out sessions. Not easy when Spike lives there, Cordy and Giles both work in the office portion of the home, and the entire Scooby-Gang, was there for Thanksgiving. Living in SunnyDale really did suck, some times.
It was now Saturday, Spike had plans to stay at Buffy's, the two of them had become alarmingly close, and Buffy had recently dumped Riley. Xander and Cordelia had gotten back together and would be spending the long weekend trying to sort out the living arrangements with Giles and Wesley. Another story she didn't want to think about or question. She left all four of them alone. Red had run off to Europe with the lead singer of her ex boyfriends band. She really never realized how lucky she was to be a slayer with the hots for a vampire.
"Angel! I have no idea where you are, and I don't care! Giles and I are leaving early! Bye!" Then the intercom went off. The second she heard the door slam Faith turned, into Angel's arms, her eyes closed, her lips finding his. Lifting herself using his shoulders for leverage she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt her body slam against the closest wall, but still didn't break the kiss.
She ground against him, knowing he was hard. Whimpering Faith dug her hands through his dark hair. When he broke the kiss she met his eyes. Angel sighed leaning his head against her pillowy chest, listening to her heart race. His male ego was being severely stroked. He'd known Faith for quite some time now, and had never known her to be this uncollected. He growled in pleasure knowing he could do this to her.
Faith was having similar thoughts, about the man currently supporting her. Groaning she tossed her head back, letting it bang against the wall. "I hope your paying for my batteries," she mumbled, letting her legs fall to the floor. "We have got to fuck soon. Of course ... then Spike can kick your ass. B can kick his ass ... and we can move on!" Angel simply raised an eyebrow, and swooped down for another kiss.
That night he awoke to her warm body curled up next to his. Looking down he smiled again. "No... I don't think you'll be needing new batteries after all." He smirked. Then she yawned rolling over, her dark curls forming a halo her head, and opened her eyes.
"Smart ass... I was wondering how long you'd hold out. My voice can only get so loud, muffled through a pillow." She laughed at his stunned look, yelping when he growled diving under the covers.
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"Angel ... would I call you old? Or tell ANYONE you couldn't get it up?" She asked innocently. When he stayed silent she grinned. Arching up and locking her legs around his waist. "You have on too many clothes." Faith whispered. Still he said nothing. Narrowing her eyes, Faith pulled on him, trying to get him to kiss her. "What's wrong, things not functioning properly?" The growl started low, deep with in his chest, and she shuddered when she heard it. Angel allowed her to try and scramble away, his growl growing louder. Faith made it half way across the bed on her knees when....
As he made his way past the bed room, Spike heard his sire's growl, and then Faith's squeal just before a series of five, small swats, to what he expected was Faith's bottom. Then the blond sighed, when he heard Faith's groaning, as well as that of the bed. "Nope. Buffy would get no sleep what so ever in this house." Spike concluded as he made his way down the stairs. "Not sure any one gets much sleep in this house."