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Title: Said the Spider to the Fly
Author: Nikitangel
Pairing: Faith/Angel
Words: ~1500
Rating: NC17
Written for: The Choose Your Author Ficathon
The request: "I just want some sexy Faith/Angel. Give me angsty, sexy, even sex if you want but not necessary, but happy in the end and I'll be thrilled!”
Notes: See endnote for info on the title.

So it was true.

Angel had often wondered if Faith's sensuality was as strong when she was alone. How much of it was a well-rehearsed act? How much was a tool, a game, a way of controlling people? Even as he felt himself being drawn to her again and again, a part of him remained curious.

Now, though, as he gazed through the glass of the patio door, he saw what he had always known. She lay unconscious in the sumptuous hotel bed, managing even in repose to look both perfectly at home and completely out of place. She'd thrown most of the covers off, as usual. Some people woke to find their lovers hording the blankets; Angel was lucky if there was even a sheet left on the bed by morning.

She'd begun to explain it to him once, her eyes clouding over as she haltingly described locked closets and claustrophobia and blankets twisted around kicking legs, but her nerve gave out. She'd kissed the dark thoughts away that night, and he never mentioned the odd practice again. And when she gasped awake, hands clammy and sweaty hair plastered to her face, he would merely untangle the sheets and set them aside, climbing in behind her to lend non-existent body heat and an embrace that held off the grasping fears for another night.

She was naked tonight, of course. His Faith delighted in her body, showcasing it whenever possible and continually reveling in its ability to give her pleasure. She took a fair interest in his own, come to think of it. He felt himself stir at the thought.

Whisper-thin silk sheets draped lightly over her skin, tantalizing him with glimpses of her bare breasts as she breathed. Sometimes he slept with a hand on her chest or back, irrationally hoping to soak in some semblance of her humanity in the simple act. Those nights ended in sex more often than not, as Faith's sensitive skin reacted to his touch.

Even now, asleep and completely alone in the room, she exuded sexuality. Every slight movement, every sigh, every muffled sleeping sound all wove together in a haze of sensuous being.

She drew her eyebrows together, a look of concern flitting over her face. He briefly considered going in, soothing away the terrors before they began, but her features soon relaxed. She sleepily drew her right arm up over her eyes, brushing across her skin as she did so. Her nipples rose at the touch, awake even if she wasn't. She sighed lightly and brought her other hand to her chest, pushing the sheet farther down her body.

Angel smiled to himself as he saw the hand begin to lazily stroke her breast, circling the nipple until it stood erect, then wandering over to its twin. Her eyes remained closed and she sighed dreamily, a word he would never be allowed to use were she conscious and able to hear his thoughts.

He could hear the catch in her next breath as her body slowly awakened. The arm across her forehead slid downward until she slipped a forefinger into her mouth. He'd teased her about that one night, some lame joke about thumb-sucking which immediately ceased to be funny when she threatened to stop. With appropriate groveling, she'd eventually resumed sucking, dark eyes pinning his as her tongue snaked around her finger.

She continued now in her gentle ministrations, working her mouth over her finger and lightly pinching her nipples. Every once in awhile she dragged a wet fingertip over the hardened flesh, sucking in a breath as she did so. Angel began entertaining familiar thoughts about the uncomfortable tightness of this particular pair of pants. Unwilling to give up the scene, he resolved to remain on the balcony awhile longer.

Reaching down to adjust himself in the meantime, he nearly missed seeing her right hand skimming down all that smooth skin, sliding over breasts and belly until it was under the sheet. Showing patience not often present in her waking hours, she danced her fingers down her flesh to the apex of her thighs. He arched his neck, straining for another angle, a better view, a glimpse, something, anything.

An eternity later, her left hand idly tugged the soft material of the sheet away, letting it drift onto the mattress beside her. He let out a shuddering breath at the vision left to him. His eyes remained fixed on her right hand.

Smoothness there, always smoothness. He'd winced the day he stumbled across the waxing kit in her bag, and she'd laughed at his expression. He remembered that laugh, and did what he could to hear it again.

Her mouth had fallen open, the tip of her tongue occasionally darting out to lick her lips. He watched as her chest movements quickened along with her hands. The fingers on her right hand lightly stroked over damp skin. She never let him play there for long before demanding more, fiercely hurling raw words and phrases at him, driving him on.

Tonight, however, she gave herself the time she never allowed him. She languidly slipped a finger between her folds, stroking in and out and spreading the wetness around. She circled her clit with her fingertip, sucking her lower lip between her teeth as sensations took over. Eyes still tightly shut, her left hand felt blindly for the discarded silk next to her. She finally grasped the sheet and drew it up to her chest. As Angel watched with growing hunger, she slowly dragged the slick material across her skin, rubbing back and forth, circling around and around. She slid her hand higher, running the material up her neck and over her cheek before making her way back down her body.

Angel swallowed. They'd frequented mostly average hotels in their travels, but he had splurged one night on a 5-star. The look of stunned pleasure on her face had been enough to ensure high-class accommodations from that night on. She had always luxuriated in the high thread-count of the linens, but this was something new all together. He felt the increasing strain against his waistband as his body urged him inside to join in the fun.

A soft moan emanated from the bed as Faith's right hand worked vigorously over her clit. She tossed away the sheet with her left hand and immediately slid a finger inside of herself, following it with another. She licked her lips, panting heavily as both hands moved rapidly between her legs.

Angel leaned his forehead against the glass, finding his own unnecessary breath increasing in intensity. Biting back an oath, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the zipper. He did his best to keep an eye on the action inside as he gave in to temptation, releasing himself from the confines of the too-tight pants at last, and taking firm hold of his cock.

Faith's head fell back as she arched in pleasure, her breath coming in heaving gasps punctuated by desperate animal noises as she writhed among the sheets. A full-out groan almost had Angel coming then and there, but he willed himself to hold back. She dug her heels into the mattress, thrusting her hips upward as she strained toward climax. As she rubbed harder and faster, her grunts became more rhythmic and Angel timed his motions to her sounds, his eyes desperately alternating between her hands and her face.

Her exhalations became shorter and shorter as she neared her peak, until finally her mouth hung open unused, tiny gasps of air accomplishing nothing as every muscle in her body tightened. Angel's movements stopped as he waited for her inevitable explosion, the suspense almost unbearable. At the last moment, her eyes flew open, locking directly onto his. She screamed through the orgasm, never once losing eye contact with him.

Angel jerked forward, coming hard and struggling not to hit the glass. He swallowed a groan, doing his best to keep the neighbors from calling the Front Desk again. As the aftershocks rushed through his body, he strained to keep his attention on Faith.

She was looking back at him now, of course, those knowing eyes and feral smile mocking and luring him in. Angel finally allowed himself to shut his eyes for a moment, striving to regain his composure. By the time he opened them again, she had arranged herself artfully across the sheets, lithe limbs and tousled hair splayed provocatively. She raised an eyebrow and regally beckoned him forward.

Angel stood a moment longer on the balcony. Perhaps wondering about Faith's sexuality when she was alone, it was akin to wondering about trees falling in forests. With one last gaze through the window, he smiled and opened the door.

He stumbled over the threshold and the sound of Faith's laughter drifted out into the darkness.

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Notes: The title comes from "The Spider and the Fly” by Mary Howitt:

"Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"