Title: Squirming (1/1)
Author: Craww
Feedback:Rinisengir@aol.com
Authors Notes: I wrote a fic with both Wesley, and Faith in it. I've never
actually written either...I'm happy. Wessss. I feel groooooovy.
Faith entered the library, her eyes covered with dark sunglasses, her boot-
covered heels clicking loudly, "Giles, I thought I'd check in real quick," she
called, looking around the library, and spotting him at his desk.
She didn't notice Wesley, perched at the large oak table, working on sorting
out Giles' different diaries, and relics.
"Hello Faith," Giles started to stand, but stopped when Wesley jumped to full
attention, he held his hand out, "Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, miss...Faith?"
"Giles, do *I* have to answer to this jag-off, or is he Buffy's toy alone?"
Giles just shook his head, a thin smile spreading across his lips. Wesley
began to sputter, "Oihh, I, do say...maybe, perhaps you could just show a
little resp..." Faith cut him off by flipping her middle finger up in his
direction. He scowled, but went back to the table with just an offended look,
and a raised eyebrow.
Wesley sat down to get a better position in which to read a certain entry that
interested him. Faith stood in the middle of the library, and gave Giles a
quick smirk before going up to the table where Wesley was seated. She pulled a
chair up, right next to him, straddling it, “I have to tell you something.”
Wesley turned towards Faith a bit, “Decided to be helpful, did you?” He
smiled.
Faith leaned in, her mouth right by his ear, “Oh, that’s what everyone calls
me. Helpful Faith.” Wesley scooted his chair back a bit, but Faith countered
him, scooting even closer than before.
She took a look at Giles, mouthing softly, “Look at him.” Wesley looked to
Giles, but whipped his head back the moment Giles returned the look. Faith
whispered into Wesley’s ear, “I bet you just want to get you some of that,
don’t you?”
Wesley began to sputter again, but Faith continued, “Come on, think about it.
Two attractive Englishmen. Hot British lovin’ all night.” Faith brushed her
knee against him, as he sat there, frozen by Faith’s words. “You’d be his
bitch. Do anything he wanted you to, wouldn’t you? You’d probably beg to be
allowed to suck him off.” Faith smirked as Wesley squirmed, sputtering loudly,
“M-mr. Giles...could you help me out...she’s unn...” Wesley began.
Giles interrupted, “I’m not a Watcher, I don’t have to do anything... to help
you.” He grinned quickly, but gave Faith a disapproving look for Wesley’s
sake.
Faith gave Wesley a wink, settling herself halfway on her chair, and halfway
on his lap. She grabbed his neck, putting her mouth right up to her ear, “I
know you’re fantasizing about it right now. His manly chest with the soft
hairs peppered all over...oooh yeah. His manly thighs, and his big British...”
Wesley pulled away, but Faith held him where he was, “Would you stop this,
you...filthy girl?”
Faith shook her head, and adjusted her seating so she was back on just the
chair, and put her mouth by his ear, “Stop denying it, Wessssssss. You know
you just wanna lay down on your belly, like a snake, and squirm as he fills
your tight ass with his Big...British...Cock (tm).” Faith bucked against his
knee, “Like...uhhh, uhhg, yeaah.”
Wesley looked to Giles for help, but Giles appeared to be immersed in his
reading again. Faith bit down on her lip, and slipped on a fake British accent
that mocked Wesleys perfectly, she leaned in again, Oh, yes, Ruuupert. Take
me, oh, yes. Fuck me, harder... Faith grinned, and stood. Without bothering
to whisper, she simply said out loud, tilting her head, Youd be lucky if he
let you come.
Faith flashed Giles a winning smile, and left Wesley to deal with his
squirming, and Giles questions.
THE END
