Witchfinder; Ethan/Faith
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sparklebutchTitle: Witchfinder
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Ethan/Faith
Warning in case you missed it: this is het.
"You know, you're evil," Faith groans, pushing his shoulders to the ground, her weight centred on the middle of his body. "I should be fighting you."
"Well," Ethan smiles, panting his words out, "you do have me immobilised."
"That is true," she says, grinding down on him. It's his turn to groan and buck.
Other slayers get to dust vampires. Faith gets the special cases. And she loves it. She leans closer, her long hair dragging across his chest, and plants a kiss, deep and wet. When she comes up for air, her lipstick is smeared around his mouth. Fingers digging against the concrete floor, he tries to find a hold while she rides him.
"I'll take you in when we're done, you know," she says, growling, rising up and then slamming back down on him.
"We'll see about that." His tone is too calm, irritatingly so. She tightens her muscles around him, squeezing hard. The noise he makes is a kind of a rough mewl, and very satisfying to hear. She grins, predator on top of her prey, and twist her hips just so. His mewl turns to a moan, and his eyes close in bliss.
"Don't come yet," she grunts, speeding up, tuning in to her own pleasure, fingers working frantically. He takes the opportunity of having one of his arms free and grasps her thigh, before sliding his hand up her side, touching as much skin as he can reach. She still has her bra on, something unsexy and supportive and black, designed for battle rather than seduction. Covers too much, he thinks. Her underwear, on the other side, were a flimsy bit of black lace. That, Ethan liked. And also assisted in removing.
Faith reaches her orgasm; he can feel her shuddering, squeezing him again. She throws her head back, arches her back until her hair is almost touching his legs. The view from his vantage point is excellent, he muses.
"Funny, I thought you'd be a screamer," he comments. She regains her focus, and with it, the glint in her eye that, to him, spells mischief.
"Not this time, Rayne," she says, "but maybe this time you'll do the screaming." While still talking, she starts a wild ride. He arches into her and she pushes him down, and he does go a bit vocal. He has no idea just how much until he comes, dark light flashing in his brain like lack of oxygen but so, so much better. When he finds his breath again, he realises his throat is just a bit sore.
"I really do prefer it," he pants, "when you catch me, rather than Buffy."
"Yeah?" she grins at him, still a bit breathless herself. "Dun't matter. You end up in Giles' office either way."
"Such is the way of the world," he agrees, in some kind of serene fatalism. He's not at all surprised when she roughly turns him around, putting makeshift handcuffs on his wrists. "Do my trousers up for me?"
She helps him stand up. "Don't know why you bother," she smiles, hands fumbling just a little bit more than is necessary to make him seem relatively decent again.
"Rupert likes appearances," Ethan chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she laughs, playfully slapping him once on the backside. "Captured ya. Now let's go home."
[end]
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Ethan/Faith
Warning in case you missed it: this is het.
"You know, you're evil," Faith groans, pushing his shoulders to the ground, her weight centred on the middle of his body. "I should be fighting you."
"Well," Ethan smiles, panting his words out, "you do have me immobilised."
"That is true," she says, grinding down on him. It's his turn to groan and buck.
Other slayers get to dust vampires. Faith gets the special cases. And she loves it. She leans closer, her long hair dragging across his chest, and plants a kiss, deep and wet. When she comes up for air, her lipstick is smeared around his mouth. Fingers digging against the concrete floor, he tries to find a hold while she rides him.
"I'll take you in when we're done, you know," she says, growling, rising up and then slamming back down on him.
"We'll see about that." His tone is too calm, irritatingly so. She tightens her muscles around him, squeezing hard. The noise he makes is a kind of a rough mewl, and very satisfying to hear. She grins, predator on top of her prey, and twist her hips just so. His mewl turns to a moan, and his eyes close in bliss.
"Don't come yet," she grunts, speeding up, tuning in to her own pleasure, fingers working frantically. He takes the opportunity of having one of his arms free and grasps her thigh, before sliding his hand up her side, touching as much skin as he can reach. She still has her bra on, something unsexy and supportive and black, designed for battle rather than seduction. Covers too much, he thinks. Her underwear, on the other side, were a flimsy bit of black lace. That, Ethan liked. And also assisted in removing.
Faith reaches her orgasm; he can feel her shuddering, squeezing him again. She throws her head back, arches her back until her hair is almost touching his legs. The view from his vantage point is excellent, he muses.
"Funny, I thought you'd be a screamer," he comments. She regains her focus, and with it, the glint in her eye that, to him, spells mischief.
"Not this time, Rayne," she says, "but maybe this time you'll do the screaming." While still talking, she starts a wild ride. He arches into her and she pushes him down, and he does go a bit vocal. He has no idea just how much until he comes, dark light flashing in his brain like lack of oxygen but so, so much better. When he finds his breath again, he realises his throat is just a bit sore.
"I really do prefer it," he pants, "when you catch me, rather than Buffy."
"Yeah?" she grins at him, still a bit breathless herself. "Dun't matter. You end up in Giles' office either way."
"Such is the way of the world," he agrees, in some kind of serene fatalism. He's not at all surprised when she roughly turns him around, putting makeshift handcuffs on his wrists. "Do my trousers up for me?"
She helps him stand up. "Don't know why you bother," she smiles, hands fumbling just a little bit more than is necessary to make him seem relatively decent again.
"Rupert likes appearances," Ethan chuckles.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she laughs, playfully slapping him once on the backside. "Captured ya. Now let's go home."
[end]
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Date: 2007-01-23 02:43 am (UTC)(If only the initiative boys had been so nice! Although hmmm, maybe they were. *has nice thoughts*)
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Date: 2007-01-23 03:51 am (UTC)Init. boys can only be nice if Ethan, well, initiated that. I do not want nonconangst for this poor boy. Only happies. But for all you know, he never made it to the Init. Maybe Riley just took him outside, and then Giles joined them later, and they partied. Yes? No?
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Date: 2007-01-23 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 05:59 pm (UTC)Thanks! :)
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Date: 2007-01-23 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-23 08:02 pm (UTC)hahahaa. Seriously?
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Date: 2007-01-23 08:03 pm (UTC)