Melts In Your Mouth
Title: Melts In Your Mouth
Author: Juniper (juniper1@chickmail.com)
Summary: Faith's been bad. Angel has to punish her.
Rating: um..NC-17
Disclaimer: They both belong to Joss, Mutant Enemy, and whoever. Not that he would ever do this to them. I just pray Faith will forgive me.
Spoilers: *snort*
Distribution: Sure, just let me know where.
Feedback: Oh, please???
Notes: Okay, so this is for everyone who asked for a sequel to 'Chocolate.' This is it, hope you like it. And for Angel, who came through with the 80's TV trivia for me. And 'cause she's just cool.
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Angel is not exactly thinking as he listens to the sound of the handcuffs being removed from his wrists.
He's watching a the last crumbling bits of night peek in through the curtains and vaguely registering he'll have to block that opening before daybreak.
He's feeling Faith, her taut and moist body arching against him so she can reach up and free him.
He's tasting one little bit of her saltiness that drips from her nipple right into his mouth.
And he's smelling that smell that's about to drive him wild; the smell of roses and spice you never smell anywhere but on a woman like *her*.
There. Finally, a glimmer of a thought. A thought that comes as she settles down on top of him again, that she expects him to attack and she craves it.
Another thought. That he is going to make her pay. And pay hard.
Angel smiles. This is gonna be fun.
He lies still beneath her for so long she begins to wonder what he's doing, what he's up to.
At last, he moves his arms. Stretches them, eases out the tension of being bound. Brings them down and around so that they slip across the small of Faith's back, encircling her as he finds her lips.
The slowness of it all confuses Faith...and drives her nearly out of her mind. He laps one tiny stray bit of chocolate from her cheek, lets it dissolve on his tongue with a greater sweetness than blood, then indulges in one more kiss.
"Faith?" he whispers, his voice silky and his face perfectly smooth. "You've been a very bad girl."
She's under him before she even understands the words, and the thrill is almost lost in her genuine fear.
Almost.
Not quite, because Faith knows. She still knows. Everything she could *ever* need to know.
So she laughs, knowing what it will do. She clamps her mouth on his, knowing she'll feel the fangs descend. She scratches her tongue against the sharp points...knowing that the taste of her blood will push him right over the edge.
Right where she wants him.
Angel can feel the heaviness in his face and he doesn't care. He only cares that he has her pinned; he has her flushed a lovely shade of crimson and he has her at his disposal. He could break her if he wants...
He'd rather make her melt.
He picks her up, bundled so tightly in his arms that even with *her* strength she couldn't break free.
She would never try...especially not after she catches sight of the familiar chains hanging from the wall.
Such a cold wall.
Such cold chains.
Faith feels very warm all of a sudden...so very warm. She squirms, that wonderful tingling spreading out and up and throughout...
Faith wishes she could help put the shackles on her own wrists.
Within moments she's captured, trapped against the walland horribly, maliciously alone.
Angel steps back and inspects his catch...his Faith. She's trembling, straining unintentionally against the chains...and unlike Angel, she doesn't stand a chance of breaking these. Too heavy, too thick...she loves it. She groans, a low, warning rumble that echoes up and out of her mouth as thick as honey. "Angel..." Her voice wavers uncertainly. "Please?"
Faith throws all her pride out the window at the slightest glimpse of his sweet sweet tongue.
Angel snarls at her playfully, controlling his demon but letting it remain. He knows more than Faith thinks he does. He knows she craves that danger that makes her wonder if this will be the last thing she ever feels.
With a quick swipe, he catches her chin in his palm, and he's suddenly there. Pressing her entire body against the wall that is entirely too *hard*. In the following moments Faith worries that he may have forgotten her all too human need for air...but she doesn't worry too much because the kiss is *so* nice.
But now it's over and she's gasping. And then it stops because oooohhhhhh what is he doing with the end of that chain?
The fact that this is *supposed* to be punishment is nearly driven from Angel's mind, propelled by pure need.
To taste her. To feel her. To make her cry.
Angel slips down, away from her mouth...sliding ever so nicely lower until his nose brushes the underside of her ribcage. He licks the indentation, drawing wild patterns that she would focus on and identify if she weren't so preoccupied with the fingers that just slid over the velvet of her inner thigh.
Angel notes that the tip of his tongue is the perfect size to fill her belly button...briefly considers burrowing in to stay awhile before continuing lower.
When he reaches the warm, curving, undulating pooch of her belly, he trails moist kisses from hip to hip, chuckling softly at the way she juts the muscle out against his mouth.
Faith feels like she's been thrown into cold water. Her lungs simply refuse to pull in air, and it only gets worse < infinitely better > as his fingers sweep higher and his tongue sweeps lower.
There are suddenly so many blazing colors in her mind she wonders if the painting on the opposite wall just jumped out and bit her.
Everything stops suddenly, like in that old show where the girl just had to touch her finger tips to make everything grind to a halt.
That used to seem kinda cool to Faith...this is not cool. Not at all; not one bit.
Because Faith can't move and Angel is backing away, glancing coyly at the windows, where the first slim streaks of daylight are about to come pouring in.
His face is so smooth and it just kills her that this is Angel about to leave her like this...
Faith has a feeling it's gonna be a long day.