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Love Comes to Town	By : SouloftheRose Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 13537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. angst, oral, fingering, h/j, solo

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**A Little late Christmas present from me to you. Enjoy Faith & Angel sexy time, Ooooh! And as always, this could not have been done without the loving assistance of my awesome beta Miss Jill who shares my obsession & enthusiasm for BTVS & Spuffy. xox**

Chapter Forty ~ Nine - I'm On Fire

"Hey little girl is your daddy home

Did he go ‘way and leave you all alone?

Uh huh, I got a bad desire....

Ohhhh, I'm on fire.

Tell me now baby is he good to you

Can he do to you the things that I do?

Uh huh, I can take you higher.

Ohhhh, I'm on fire."

- Bruce Springsteen

He’d heard about things like this; thunderbolts and first touches. He’d just thought it was bullshit. Even Buffy had been a warm, mellow buzz – sweet and tender, something to savor, something to cherish. But Faith…first contact shocked him to the bone. The visceral animal heat of her, the alchemical explosion he felt at her kiss.

She bit his lip and he growled. Faith growled back and licked his neck, leaving a wet and smoldering trail he felt all the way to his groin.

Fuck.

Angel was more aroused than he’d been in years. Without thought he slammed her up against the alley wall, her legs wrapped automatically around his waist and he was burned again. She was already wet for him – he could smell it. The sweet tang of Slayer musk perfumed the night air. It was all he could do not to free his suddenly raging erection and simply have her. But they were only behind the open door, easily within ear shot of half a dozen people. That simply would not do, he had plans for this girl - there was gonna be noise.

Faith seemed to guess what he was thinking;

“Don’t care if they hear.” She panted.

“I do.” He growled. “Don’t want to share this.” He ground hard into her sweet spot and was rewarded with a moan. “Want you all to myself.”

His words hit her deep. No one had ever said such a thing to her.

Fuck.

“Let’s go.” She commanded. “Now.”

Angel kissed her hard and set her on her feet. She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the alley.

“Where?” She questioned, breathless.

He grinned back at her. “I know just the place…”

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It was hard not to take her right there on the hood of his car. Harder still not to fuck her in the car, when she was raking his thighs with her nails, biting his neck and talking dirty in his ear the entire ride there. When she squeezed his cock through his jeans he nearly crashed.

Ten minutes had never seemed this long before. As soon as he pulled into the wide brick drive she was on him. Straddling his lap her tongue was everywhere; entwined with his, all over his neck and collar bone, tickling the shell of his ear.

With a frustrated growl Angel pushed open the door and managed to maneuver both of them out of the Plymouth, Faith still wrapped around him. The hood was starting to look appealing again…but they were 6 feet from the front gates.

“Wait, Faith…baby…” He managed to disengage her long enough to get to the wrought iron door. “We’re here.”

Once he set her on her feet she actually bothered to look around. “Whoa.”

Angel located his old key and opened the heavy gates leading to the house. She stepped through the elaborately worked iron door and goggled at the stylish Art Deco facade of the enormous mansion.

“Nice place you got here.”

Angel smiled at the compliment, still feeling a certain pride for the beautiful building he helped to restore.

“It was home once.”

He showed her through the heavy, square door into the front room, relieved to see no one else had set up shop since he’d been away.

Angel went to the fireplace first, rummaging for usable wood and was pleased to find a few logs left. While Faith roamed the cavernous rooms he set the scene; lighting the fire and the few stubs of candles that were left. He shook the rug out and laid it with pillows and blankets from the linen closet. All was as he’d left it; he guessed his reputation for violent retribution kept other demons from his lair.

Faith wandered back into the front room and smiled at the romantic picture before her; roaring fire, cozy blankets & luxurious pillows, candles flickering on the mantle. Another first for her, she was touched.

“You sure know how to treat a gal.” she said, meaning it.

“I do what I can.” Angel returned her warm smile and gestured for her to join him on the blankets.

“You do a lot.” She replied and crawled toward him to kiss him soundly.

Again he felt that electricity zipping through his veins at her kiss. It was so good to feel something. He had grown accustomed to ever-present emptiness and regret, this was something new. He pulled her into his lap enjoying her warmth. She was so alive, so brash and in-the-moment. It was different with Buffy. Buffy was the light to his darkness, with her he’d found the only real happiness he’d had in centuries.

This wasn’t happiness. Happiness wasn’t on the menu tonight…but something. Something akin to satisfaction, to warmth and connection. He would take that, and in return give her all he could. Faith had been hurt like him, left and neglected. Maybe he could give her a little bit back, something to ease that hollow ache he knew so well.

He was hard again, just from a kiss. When was the last time that happened? He rolled her to the ground and let himself be for once. He wasn’t going to analyze this or over think it, it felt too good. Something about her made him feel playful, passionate. They made out like high schoolers and he thoroughly enjoyed himself; groping and grinding through clothes, limbs and tongues tangled.

When he couldn’t take another minute, he laid her out in front of the fire like a true romantic hero. Slowly and gently he stripped off her clothes enjoying each new exposure of her satiny olive skin. When she was fully nude he looked at her for a long while, not saying anything. Faith began to squirm under his scrutiny.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful..”

She thought she might cry, so she yanked him down to kiss her before she broke like a big baby, focusing on the moment instead. There was something so hot about being totally naked while he was still clothed. She liked his big body over hers and rubbed herself against him, the texture of his shirt and jeans tingly to her flesh. Finally he broke the kiss and sat up long enough to peel off his own clothes and admire the view. Her hair was a wild tangle of curls and her lips were swollen from kissing. She looked sultry and delicious – a temptress if ever he saw one.

Where Buffy was bright summertime, Faith was all the lushness of fall. Her lips were full and naturally red, her nipples the color of dark berries and when he bent to her sex it was a fig split with ripeness, looking just as succulent and enticing. He leaned in to catch the scent of her and was intoxicated, she was so wet and ready for him, so aroused. It made him all the harder, but he could wait. There were a few things he wanted to do first…

The first lick made her quiver and when his tongue filled her she arched into his mouth with a cry. He scrupulously licked every wet inch of her, sucking and nibbling each juicy bit. When she was drenched and trembling Angel set her on all fours in front of him to tongue the tight rosebud of her ass. He slid two fingers into her saturated slit and was pleased to hear her let loose a long, shuddering whimper. He licked her up and down, around his fingers, flicking her clit then back up to her ass, all the while keeping up the motion of his clever hand. Before long he had her panting.

“Gonna come, baby…oh god…”

Without losing a beat Angel slid himself beneath her and planted her on his face. Faith rode his wriggling tongue to a shattering orgasm and rolled into a multiple when a slick finger found its way into her ass. She sputtered and cursed as she came again, grinding into his face and yanking on his hair.

Angel would never have dared such a thing with Buffy. She had always been so pure and perfect to him, beautiful and fragile as a china cup. He’d sought to protect and preserve her innocence always. But Faith was no innocent; she’d seen this world and all its ugliness. She’d been to Hell and back again – just like him. Somehow he felt they were equals; she’d be able to take whatever he dished out and return it full measure.

After she came the fourth time Faith peeled herself from his mouth and sprawled across his body, leaning in for a languorous kiss. She licked his glistening mouth making him growl and bite the lushness of her lower lip. She returned his bite with a much harder one of her own and found herself instantly flat on her back, pinned underneath a vampire in full game face. He wondered how she would react. Faith grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down to her.

“Kiss me.” She demanded.

He did.

Angel wrapped his textured tongue around hers and flicked his sharpened canines against her lips. Faith wriggled and moaned beneath him, sliding her slick wetness up and down his length. So hot like this, so delicious – each sensation was intensified. He’d never made love to a human in vamp form. Not like this.

“Want that tongue.” She rasped.

“Where?”

“Everywhere.”

He was more than happy to oblige, he wanted to taste every part of her. He flicked his long, cat-tongue over her collar bone, between her breasts and over each sensitized nipple. Faith shuddered and gasped at every cool, wet flicker. He rolled each nipple along his tongue and followed with a sharp nip just hard enough to give a quick, stinging pain. Her head rolled back and she groaned, arching into him.

“Fuck, baby.”

He chuckled into her belly.

“Just wait.”

When he spread her lips and lapped at her pussy, she whimpered helplessly.

“Gonna make you come again, Faith.”

“Yes.”

“Gonna make you come so hard and then I’m going to fill you up with my big, thick cock until you scream.”

His words alone could have given her an orgasm, but that tongue…

Angel filled her with his tongue and felt her start to twitch and shudder. She was so close already. He pulled out to rub the rough texture back and forth slowly over her clit, in seconds she was screaming. No words, just primal grunts.

He serviced her until she pushed his face away. He was unbearably hard. In three seconds he had her spread open and pinned beneath him. In one he was inside, with a single deep thrust. Her eyes were so wide for a moment he thought he actually hurt her. Then her legs moved from his arms to around his neck and she thrust back.

Slayer muscles…damn.

Angel wanted to make this last, but the way she was squeezing him…and it had been so long. He didn’t have much time. He planted his forearms in the plush carpet and went to work.

Faith was split in two, legs wrapped around her lover’s neck and so full. Spike had never let her have him as a vampire. He seemed ashamed of it, like he thought it was dirty or something. Personally it made her hot, but he wouldn’t hear of it. She had no idea it would be like this - thateverything changed. He’d never even kissed her that way, so the whole cat-tongue thing was a surprise. But the cock, oh the cock… God, she had never been so full before, so satisfied. And Angel seemed to have stamina for days, he was absolutely drilling her. She wanted to laugh with the joy of it. She felt free finally, like she could give and take everything she wanted to. Like she could be as wild and uninhibited as she wanted to be and this vampire would be right there with her.

About fucking time.

Before he blew his load there were a few things she wanted to do first. With a powerful twist of her hips she flipped their positions. Angel landed with a thud and a comical look of surprise on his face. Faith grinned down at him wickedly.

“My turn.”

She planted her feet on either side of his chest and began to ride him like a prize bull. Leaning back into her palms, her knees spread wide, she offered him a spectacular view; big, beautiful tits bouncing, glistening pink on display. Nothing he liked better than to watch a woman fuck him and Faith was giving him quite a show. When she reached down to play with herself he thought he was going to die of bliss. This girl was pure sin. He reached to fondle her breasts and realized he was still in game face. He drew back not wanting to hurt her with his claws, but Faith pulled his hands to her nipples and rubbed against them.

“Don’t stop. I like it.”

She liked his demon? She wanted it?

“Make it hurt.” She put a clawed finger in her mouth and bit the tip, Slayer muscles squeezing his cock.

Fuck.

He drew his sharpened nail lightly across her lip and down her chin. With both hands he dragged his claws down her chest and over her breasts, contracting around each nipple. He used his thumb nails on her nipples flicking both at once until she squirmed all over his cock, whimpering. Then he dragged them down her abdomen and down her outer flanks, skimming her inner thighs on the way up.

“Yeah, Baby.” she breathed “Like that.”

He repeated the pattern several more times until her body was covered with angry-looking red streaks. Faith cooed and moaned her approval the entire time, pussy twitching and starting to contract around him. She grabbed his hair suddenly and kissed him fiercely.

“Now fuck me. Hard.”

He rolled her to the ground and beneath him in one forceful move. She gasped when she hit the carpet and smiled.

“Oh Daddy, you know I like it rough.” She teased with a smirk.

Damn but this girl was bad.

Perfect.

“You want Daddy to fuck you now?”

He thrust hard, emphasizing his point.

Faith nodded, eyes wide. No one had ever played along before.

“Say it then.”

He slowed his pace, teasing her with shallow, circular strokes.

“Fuck me, Daddy.”

He rewarded her with a deeper thrust, making her gasp.

“Say it again.” He commanded with a low growl. It went straight to her clit with an electric zing.

“Fuck me hard, Daddy!”

Angel lay into her in earnest, her legs tight around his waist, his face buried in her hair.

“Fuck me good, Daddy. Yes, so good…god…” she moaned into his neck, her nasty talk spurring him on.

He gave her everything he had, nailing her to the carpet with each thrust. He could hear the sound of their flesh smacking together and her grunts of pleasure. Each sensation was so potent; her hot, dirty whispers in his ear, the dig of her nails in his back, her scorching wetness surrounding him. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

“Gonna come... oh fuck…” She moaned.

“Good girl, come for Daddy.”

Faith howled when she came, but it wasn’t “Daddy” on her lips.

“Angel!…Oh Angel…so good.”

Hearing her wail his name in satisfaction pushed him right over. He spilled into her with a roar, finally collapsing in a messy heap. His perfect hair was thrashed, his cock was actually sore and he was pretty sure his back was in shreds. Somehow he just couldn’t find it in himself to care. Angel couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed. He rolled onto his back and pulled her up onto his chest.

Faith let out a deep exhale.

“Wow. You really do know how to treat a lady.”

He chuckled and kissed the top of her head, putting on a bit of Irish brogue;

“Well, I tell ya, Lass; I never was a gentleman but I always loved t’ ladies.”

She planted her chin on his chest and gazed up at him.

“Dollface, anyone who fucks me like that can be anything he wants.”

That made him laugh and he scooped her up to kiss him. He liked this girl more and more. When she slid her silky tongue against his own his cock twitched.

“Think they miss us yet?” She sassed, nibbling at his lower lip.

“Who cares.”

Angel grinned wickedly and set himself to debauching her all over again.

**Was it good for you? I thought we all needed a little release after all the Spuffy UST around here. On a side note I did some research on Angel's mansion & found out it was actually built by Frank Lloyd Wright & can be found in Griffith Park in LA: http://www.ennishouse.org/ There is your factoid of the day :) Much love & Happy Holidays, Rosie**
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