l e a t h e r . a n d . v e l v e t

Leather and Velvet
[by victoria p.]

Rating: NC-17

Summary: "Wesley had a serious kink for strong women and leather pants. Faith knew it and used it to her advantage every time she saw him."

Notes: Thanks to Jen, Pete/Melissa, Dot, and Meg. Written for the Foxlet for Project Ficlet. Her words were "story, leather, Faith."

Date: October 20, 2003

Faith bounced into the offices at Wolfram and Hart keyed up and ready to fight with anyone who looked at her funny. Wesley took one look at her and guided her back to his office; she could feel the nervous energy thrumming through her body, looking for an outlet.

He closed the door behind them and sat down on the brown velvet couch that lined one wall. He indicated that she should sit next to him, but she was still on a high after kicking evil's ass.

"Okay, here's the sitch." Faith launched into the story of the chase she'd led the Ungai demons on, but she could tell Wesley wasn't listening. He was too busy staring at her ass.

She was used to the reaction from most men, but in the past, Wes at least had tried to hide it. Not anymore.

He pulled her down onto the couch. It was amazing how every time she visited Angel, his digs got swankier.

And then she had no more time to think about Angel's jones for high-end office space, because Wesley's tongue was in her mouth, his hands sliding up and down her back.

The man had a serious kink for strong women and leather pants. Faith knew it and used it to her advantage every time she saw him. She leaned forward and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. She pushed him down into the cushions, enjoying the rough scrub of his stubble against her skin, the feel of his body beneath hers, warm and hard and willing.

He cupped her breasts, thumbs flicking over already-hard nipples, sending a jolt of electricity straight to her pussy.

Using her legs, she flipped them over; Wesley didn't even flinch. His mouth latched onto one nipple through the thin fabric of bra and t-shirt, his hands already working the laces on her pants. She arched up into him, running her fingers through his hair, then sliding her hands to his shoulders.

She raised her hips and he shoved the leather down, fingers already working through the wet curls to drive inside her. She pushed him down her body, wanting his mouth where his hands were, and he responded eagerly.

The air was cool against her skin when he stripped the pants off her legs and tossed them onto the floor. His tongue traced patterns across her belly, fingers pumping in and out, thumb circling over her clit, sending sparks along her nerves.

Her breath came in short gasps, voice hoarse as she urged him on. She groaned when his tongue replaced his thumb, warm and wet against slick, sensitive flesh.

"Fuck, Wes," she managed. Her hips arched off the couch and he tried to hold her down with one hand; the struggle for control between them only made it hotter, so she let him.

The pressure spiraled tight inside her; the brush of stubble against her thigh, the glide of tongue against her clit and fingers thrusting deep, the soft feel of velvet under her ass...

With a guttural cry, she came, pleasure pulsing along every nerve and muscle, radiating out. She floated away from the world for a few minutes, everything a blissful blur.

Wesley moved up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his tongue, familiar and yet startlingly new when mingled with a hint of tea and brandy. She drifted back to earth, relaxed and breathless when he broke the kiss.

"Now," he said, "tell me about those demons."

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