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"So, Watcher, you want to hang out?"


"Damn it, Faith!" Wesley jumped slightly when the slayer snuck up behind him, "Don’t do that!"


"Do what?" Faith asked with a smirk as she sat in the chair beside his desk, spinning it around as she said, "So, Wes, wanna get drunk? You, me, and a bottle of Jack. What do you say?"


"How you can have the energy to go to a bar after fighting a dozen demons is beyond me," Wesley made a clicking noise in his throat before declining, "While I appreciate the offer, I’m quite busy."


"Fuck," Faith rolled her eyes, not at all surprised, "You were my last hope. Is everybody at Angel Investigations a spaz or something? I mean, puh-leez! It was only a few pathetic Merfgo demons and we kicked their asses in fifteen minutes. Cordy all ready went home, Fred and Gunn are off somewhere, Angel’s busy, and even Lorne wanted to sleep. I’m psyched, damn it. I wanna do something!"


"Could you perhaps ‘do something’ elsewhere? I am trying to concentrate," Wesley said dryly, his blue eyes watching her spin around in the chair, cringing each time it squeaked.


"You’re so fucking boring, Wes" Faith grinned, "you need to lighten up, learn how to have some fun!"


"I am quite comfortable with my life, Faith, so please save your analysis for someone else," Wesley looked away from her to glare at his book, not letting her words get to him.


"Oooh….watcher’s getting’ cranky," Faith smiled, having fun arguing with Wesley. It was the only time he usually paid her any attention, when he was chastising her or scolding her, and, okay, a part of her kinda like him getting all superior and uppity because she had the impulse to shake him up and she sort of got turned on by his bossy sarcasm. You see, she wanted Wesley. Sad but true...she had a thing for her former watcher. When she’d been released from prison for good behavior a couple of months ago, she’d gone to Angel and started working for him. She’d been shocked to find her former watcher looking so jaded, a faint scar on his throat, his eyes weary and his attitude as rude and brusque as her own. He had always been rather nice looking in a clean cut wussy sort of way, but now, well, he was fucking hot.


Scruffy, unshaven, surly, he was strong, forceful, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him. She wanted to fuck him, definitely, but it was more than that. She wanted him to give her a chance, to prove to him that she had changed, that she could make him happy. She rolled her eyes at her thoughts, tired of this game she’d been playing. If he hadn’t realized she wanted him by now, it was time to move on because he obviously wasn’t as smart as she thought. She had hoped he might remove the sick up his ass and get drunk with her, giving her an opportunity to seduce him and blame the alcohol if he turned down her advances. She’d done just about everything except strip naked, ‘please fuck me’ in body paint, and lay on his desk to get him to notice her and her desire for him.


"I am not cranky," Wesley said wryly, glancing up to find her looking at him with an unexpected expression in her dark brown eyes. She quickly looked away, but not before he had seen it. Desire, want, need. Bloody hell, he sat back in his chair, his brilliant mind slowly putting things together and coming up with only one possible answer. Faith wanted him. No, he must be wrong. She was attractive and confident and troublesome and a pain in his arse a majority of the time. She couldn’t stand him, always going out of her way to tease him and annoy him and she never missed a chance to make him feel foolish and boring. There was no way this rebellious spitfire could possibly be interested in him. His lips curved into a sexy smile as he decided to test his theory, fnding that the idea of a relationship with Faith made far more sense that it should have.


"Yeah, fine, whatever," Faith muttered as she stood up, irritated that he had almost caught her ogling him. She shook her head at how stupid she was being, fear not a word normally in her vocabulary, knowing this was pointless. He would never give her a chance, having been there during the worst of the worst. Hell, she’d tortured him! How could she expect him to suddenly forgive all that? She needed to get out of here, needed to go beat up a demon or get drunk…something, anything to work through this frustration and tension that was becoming unbearable. She was still riding the ‘hungry and horny’ after effects of fighting the demons and hanging around the man that had been the star of her fantasies the last few months was not helping her condition. Maybe she’d make a big sandwich and then work out for a few hours. That decision made, she avoided looking at him so he wouldn't see the hurt in her eyes, smirking as she said, "I can tell when I’m not wanted, Wes. Don’t bother removing the stick from your ass, I’m outta here. Have fun with your boring books." She got up and started to walk to the kitchen.


"Faith."


The word stopped her in mid-step, the gravelly sound of his voice sending little tremors of arousal to all the right places. Fuck, she closed her eyes as she exhaled slowly, hating him for having the ability to get to her like this, to make her lose control and act so fucking scared and foolish.


"Running away, little girl?" Wesley slowly smiled when she turned to face him, her eyes surprised, deciding that she was probably no more surprised than he was at what he was doing. After realizing that she wanted him, he had to be honest and admit that he had been attracted to her for years, unable to ignore that even when she had him tied up, a part of him finding that experience arousing despite the danger. He taunted, "Scared?"


"I’m not scared, Watcher," Faith snapped, wondering what he was playing at, sitting there looking too fucking sexy and slightly menacing in a way that caused her panties to grow increasingly wet.


"Prove it."


Faith licked her lips, arching a brow as she studied him, not oblivious to the desire in his beautiful blue eyes, slowly smiling as she realized that she might have misjudged him. She began to stalk towards him, completely in her element now that she knew he was interested, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she reached his desk. She moved her fingers along the wooden top, her eyes on his as she raised her leg and pushed his chair, swinging it so he was facing her. She moved to straddle him, her hand finding his growing erection and squeezing, leaning over to bite his lip before purring, "What do you have in mind, Wes?"


"I’m not normally this blind or stupid, Faith," Wesley reassured her as his hand moved up her back and tangled in her thick brown hair, his eyes catching hers so she knew he realized how she felt, before pulling her head down and claiming her lips in a rough kiss.


When they pulled up for air, Wesley’s shirt was unbuttoned and open and Faith’s shirt was pushed over her breasts, her bra unclasped and Wesley’s hand caressing her flesh. Faith looked at him, a wary look entering her eyes as she told him, "If all you want is a fuck, it might be very difficult but I will get up and leave right now. I’m not just looking for sex, Wesley."


"Neither am I," he said softly, his fingers moving over her cheek before he suggested, "Why don’t we have that drink and talk? This is happening rather quickly and maybe we should discuss this before taking things farther."


"You know what, Wes?" Faith asked as she leaned down and nibbled on his ear, her hand stroking him through his slacks.


"Huh?" he asked, unable to say anything more eloquent when she was licking his neck and rubbing her breasts against his bare chest.


Faith smiled as she caught his eyes, whispering, "you talk too much," before she caught his lips in a passionate kiss, causing him to forget all about talking as he kissed her back, giving in to his desire for her. Talking could wait. Right now, he had a wicked slayer to shag.


*The end*