Cold Comfort I: Cold Comfort

Written By: Lar

RATING: NC-17
COUPLE: Angel/Faith
SPOILERS: "Five by Five"
DISCLAIMER: Not mine, but a girl can dream, can't she?
SUMMARY: Angel comforts Faith, post "Five By Five"
AUTHOR'S NOTE: First in the "Cold Comfort" Series. Written because Faith and Angel are both too lovely and tortured and in need of redemption to *not* be together.

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Like marble warms to the touch, so did Angel's skin to Faith's. She wondered briefly if he would melt when he first slid into her, his ice into her fiery warmth. But she was the one turning to liquid and he was still solid, filling her in every spot she needed to be filled, body and heart.

His hands were gentle as they stroked her face, brushing her mink dark hair away so that he could stare at her. His lips were like velvet, soft and not the least bit cool, and they curved over her own full ones like they were meant to be there. He made them a perfect fit, molded hers to his own with the slightest pressure. She wondered briefly at the odd lack of breath in her mouth when he slid his tongue in to meet hers, but the thought was gone in an instant and she didn't miss it at all. He tasted of something warm and slightly salty, and she didn't care that it was the blood he had taken earlier. She took his tongue in slowly and joined it with her own.

While his tongue was exploring her mouth, his hands caressed her skin elsewhere. Her breasts tingled under the brush of his fingers, making her arch up against them for more. He took advantage and slipped one hand under her raised back, then down lower to press her tighter against him. He was in so deep that the pressure would have hurt if she hadn't been who she was. But Faith could open up wider, take him in deeper, then tighten up again. The groan of pleasure she felt him make against her lips made her smile and pull back. She thrilled to the sight of his perfect face wearing the mask of ecstasy that she was putting there. Something inside her rejoiced, reveling in these moments when she could be herself, could be free. She was being cherished for a short time, and it was so magical that she never wanted it to end.

Faith let her head drop back, baring her throat to Angel. She barely breathed as she felt the pressure of his lips there, then the liquid slide of his tongue. She half expected to feel the sting of fangs, but it didn't come. The rush of rewarded trust was like a hit from some exotic drug. She came closer to her orgasm but made herself hold back. She wanted this feeling to go on all night.

Somewhere inside, she knew it wasn't about love. This was about two tired souls in need of comfort. Something in Faith needed desperately to be touched and held, to be assured that she was a woman worthy of affection and adoration. Angel knew this on a level that other people couldn't understand. His own soul, battered and bruised, destined to be forever alone, could for a time join with Faith's as their bodies came together in the night. No danger here of perfect happiness, no danger of love destroyed. Angel would never again know the absolute peace of being joined to his soul mate. That was as lost to him as the sunlight. He had thought that he would never know physical pleasure either, but this felt right. No need to think about the repercussions, no need to worry about who would be hurt. There was just him, and Faith, and the way she felt wrapped with him right now. The heat of her around his cock, the taste of her on his tongue, the smell of her that he knew would linger on his sheets for far longer than any mortal could detect it - these all were a glimpse of heaven that had long been denied to him.

Faith gave a moan low in her throat and he responded to it instinctively. Raising himself up on his knees, Angel brought her up with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, pressing her breasts against the smooth marble of his chest. Her skin was almost as pale as his, and they gleamed together in the scant light from the other room. Faith leaned in to Angel's neck. He closed his eyes in anticipation and then chuckled unexpectedly when he felt her teeth there, nibbling like a puppy. She wound her hands through his hair and pulled his head back, the better to lick and nuzzle him.

Rocking her hips back and forth, slowly rubbing herself against him, she could feel him begin to tense. She wanted him closer, as close as she could get him, so she released her grip on his hair and put her hands instead on each side of his face. Balancing herself in the place where they were joined, she brought his face to hers. She pulled him with sweet gentleness until his forehead met hers, his nose touched hers, their lips brushed in the lightest of kisses. She stared into his eyes as her body rocked on his and she felt his hands tighten on her hips. She could see the affection he had for her reflected in his eyes, and knew it was something he would never speak of. He could feel her melting into him as she got nearer to the edge of the abyss, and she was pulling him with her on the ride. He opened his mouth to speak but she silenced him with a kiss that said it all.

Then they were over the edge, free falling together, bodies joined, eyes open, her breath in his mouth and his hands in her hair. The only sound was the wild pounding of her heart, the moans of his pleasure, her cries of release. When they returned to the world around them, Angel released her with as much gentleness as one would grant a new born child. She laid back, a glow on her skin from what they had shared and her lips swollen from kisses. He started to slide out of her, more reluctantly than he would have admitted, but she stopped him. Without a word she pulled him down to her and they rolled to the side. Clutching him to her with her arm on his shoulder and a leg thrown over his hip, Faith snuggled under Angel's chin and closed her eyes. She knew that this would never happen again, and that was the way it should be. Right now, with Angel beside her, inside her, his lips in her hair and his skin warm from her own, Faith finally felt safe and whole. Her healing had begun.

The story continues in "Cold Comfort II: Need"

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