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Strange Oaths
by WesleysGirl
Rating: NC-17
Faith/Lilah/Wesley
Written for Girlfromsouth's Faithficathon -- July 2003 -- for
JennyO.
Kisses to Magpie for the beta.
Wesley was flicking his tongue over Lilah's clit when he heard a familiar
female voice. A voice which, unfortunately, wasn't Lilah's.
"You really have moved up in the world."
He turned slightly -- Lilah was on the desk, thighs spread wide, and
he was kneeling on the floor in front of her.
Faith smirked. "Hi Wesley. You're lucky it's me and not somebody else
come waltzing in here, huh?"
Wes stood up and took a half-step to the left, blocking Faith's view
of Lilah. "Anyone else would have the courtesy to knock."
"I did. Guess you didn't hear me, what with being so busy and all."
Faith smiled insincerely over his shoulder, presumably at Lilah, whose
knee brushed against the back of Wes' trousers as she straightened her
clothing. "Hey. Thought you were dead."
Lilah tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I am."
Faith raised an eyebrow. "You are? As in, you're dead even as we speak,
and not 'Yeah, I was dead, but now I'm back?' 'Cause gotta say, have
a whole lot more experience with the second one."
"Sorry. This would be the even-as-we-speak variety." Lilah nodded a
little bit, almost apologetically. Almost.
"So you're getting it on with dead people now?" Faith asked Wesley,
gesturing at Lilah with one hand. "Might be reconsidering what I said
about you moving up the food chain, I mean, geez, Wes. If you wanted
someone not big with the breathing, why not -- "
"That's quite enough," Wesley said, cutting off whatever Faith had been
about to say, even though he suspected that everyone in the room could
have made an accurate guess as to what it would have been. "Was there
something you needed, Faith?"
She frowned, darkness crossing her features and then gone. "Just thought
you might wanna hear it from someone who was there -- Sunnydale's history."
"Yes, we'd heard it on the news." Wesley glanced at Lilah, who was wearing
an artificially-patient expression, but no underwear, the latter being
in the pocket of his trousers. "Was everyone...?"
"We all got out. Well, everyone but Spike and Anya. Buffy and Xander
are kinda torn up about it." Faith rolled her eyes at the ceiling. "B's
up there telling Angel now."
Wesley nodded and then cleared his throat, hoping Faith would get the
hint.
Remarkably, she did. "Oh, sorry. Guess you'd like to get back to your,
you know... fucking. Or whatever."
"Wait a minute," Lilah said, in the voice that told Wesley she was going
to say something he didn't like with excruciating slowness. "Faith,
you and I haven't had a chance to get reacquainted."
Dear lord, thought Wesley. "I really don't think this is the best time
for -- "
"Come on, Wes," Lilah drawled. "Don't be such a spoilsport. If I remember
rightly, Faith's quite a spitfire. Bet she could be a lot of fun."
Wes could see Faith struggling with whether to play the game or throw
in her hand.
"You have no *idea* how much fun I can be," she said finally, tossing
her hair back. There was a gleam in her eyes that told Wesley that he
was in trouble.
"Oh, by all means," Lilah said, stepping aside and nodding in Wesley's
direction. "Show us."
Faith crossed the room and stopped right in front of Wesley. He could
smell her shampoo, but only very faintly. There was a tiny smudge of
dirt on her cheek. "What d'ya say, Wes?" she asked, with a grin and
a little independent wriggle of her shoulders. "You up for a little
rough and tumble?"
Wes' cock strained against the front of his slacks, clearly making an
attempt to answer for him. "That depends," he answered, "on exactly
what kind of tumble we're talking about."
Faith leaned in closer, her lips a bare millimeter from his. "You know...
the kind that results in all kinds of oohs and ahhs. Kind that makes
your eyes roll back in your head."
"Sounds like she knows you pretty well," Lilah commented.
Wesley shot her a look of annoyance, but Faith's fingers running down
the front of his shirt, and then lower, tracing the zipper on his trousers,
got his attention again.
"He a screamer?"
Lilah chuckled richly. "I've known him to get kinda vocal."
Wesley did his best to stand completely still while the two women conversed.
"What do you think?" Faith asked, but it was clear that she was addressing
Lilah and not him.
"He never says no to a good blow job," Lilah said, arching one eyebrow.
"Assuming you know how to give one."
"Is that a challenge?" *Both* of Faith's eyebrows went up, and her hand
on the front of Wes' pants suddenly squeezed and stroked him through
the material.
Lilah's voice was smooth. "Oh honey, I don't challenge my inferiors."
Wesley thought about suggesting that they both shut up, but Faith's
hand was doing distracting things, and her tongue was tracing the edge
of his ear.
"I'll show you who's inferior." Faith was grinning, and when Wesley
glanced at Lilah, so was she, as if they were sharing some sort of private
joke.
"You're both enjoying this far too much," Wesley told them.
That was when Faith unzipped his slacks and slid her fingers in to grab
him with her Slayer-strong hand. It was obvious immediately that Faith
knew exactly what she was doing.
Faith kissed him. She was like a well-oiled, looser-limbed version of
Lilah, all contained power and a sense that her control could snap at
any moment, that between one flick of her tongue and the next it could
all be over.
Wesley groaned into her mouth when her fingers squeezed his cock. He
hadn't forgotten what it was like to be touched by someone who was still
alive -- not yet -- but he wouldn't have denied that the warmth of her
grip was more than pleasant.
One more kiss, and then Faith was sinking down onto her knees in front
of him. Her dark hair was tousled. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling
with something mischievous and wanton, her mouth so close to his straining
cock that he could feel the heat of her breath. "Never answered my question,"
she said. "You know, about the rough and tumble?"
Wesley felt Lilah move behind him, her breasts pressing against his
back, and one arm slipping around his waist.
"Of course he's ready," Lilah answered for him, with a little purr.
"Oh, and Faith?"
"Yeah?"
"The walls are sound-proofed."
End.
Strange Oaths (from As You Like It, Shakespeare, Act ii Sc 7)
Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard;
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon¯s mouth.
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