Title: Comfort Me
Author: Mac
Email: faith0120jgf@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Faith needs comforting, and Angel's willing to provide it for her.
For - Cait Daro

Maybe the reason he couldn't stop staring at her was because she looked so vulnerable, so innocent. There was a part of her which had gone and left the good part behind, there wasn't the old malice look in her eye. She seemed to have let the bad demons go and learnt to forgive and forget. So she was basically evil free. So to speak. She still killed vampires and demons, but that was part of the job resume.

At the moment she was sitting in one of his large arm chairs, sitting back with one leg thrown over the arm of the chair, stuffing something into her mouth and totally engrossed in what was on the television. At a closer look he noticed it was Tom and Jerry. Since it was near Christmas, 7 days away to be exact, it was a Christmas version of the show. Tom was chasing Jerry around the tree. She looked up and saw him staring at her.

"Why don't we have a tree?" Her eyes, so brown and soulful. So Goddamned innocent.

"Because, when you've had so many Christmases like I have, it doesn't seem necessary anymore." He shoved his hands into his pockets.

"But I haven't." She pouted, her lower lip jutted out.

"Tell you what, I'll send Wesley out tomorrow to get a tree."

"Can I decorate it?" She smiled excitedly, and sat up properly in the chair.

"Shit, decorations, he's gonna have to buy them too." Angel mumbled and sat down on the sofa.

"Cool!" She grinned and then turned back to the TV. Tom and Jerry had finished.

Fresh outta jail. Literally. They decided to be nice and let her out before Christmas. She sent Angel a letter warning him that she was coming out, so if he had any plans to kill her then he could do it then. He did turn up. But not to kill her. To invite her to stay with him, much to Cordelia's and Wesley's disgust.

So she accepted. And here she was. A week already and she's already made herself at home. Angel had wanted to know about prison, but she wouldn't tell him. He didn't push it, realising it wasn't a happy subject.

After a few more hours of TV, Angel turned and saw that Faith was asleep in the chair. She looked so peaceful. So calm, so normal. Who'd have thought she's killed some people? You wouldn't know she had. He walked over to her sleeping form and looked down at her.

"Faith?"

Her eyes flickered open. "Yeah?"

"I was just seeing if you were awake."

"I am now."

"Sorry."

"It's OK." There was a pause as they stared at one another. "Angel?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you hate me? Honestly? If you do, it's OK cause I'll totally understand." Faith mumbled and muttered.

Her self confidence and esteem had been totally deflated in prison. Obviously been taught that she was only one person in a prison where everyone is fighting for themselves and no one gives a shit if she thought she was someone.

"Faith." He knelt down in front of her. "I could never hate you."

"Even after what I did?" She was crying. "I tried to kill you and you still don't hate me? I tried to kill Buffy and you still don't hate me? I fucked up everything and you can still say you don't hate me?"

"Never Faith. Never. No one, not even Buffy, could understand what you've gone through." He pulled her into his arms, the sobs shaking her small frame.

She cried for a long time. Crying for herself. Crying because she couldn't succeed in what she always tried to do. Crying because everyone hated her. Crying, mainly, because she hated herself.

Angel knew because he'd been through the pain she was experiencing. He pulled back and stroked the wisps of hair away from her face.

"Don't cry Faith, it's OK now." He placed a small kiss on her temples. She sobbed and began to cry harder. She pushed him away and she fell back into the chair.

"Don't care for me, Angel, I don't deserve it." She said between sobs. She sniffed and held her hands up to her face. "Don't care for me, just don't."

"I want to, Faith. I really want to." Angel mumbled and pulled her back to him, ignoring the fact that she was trying to push him away. She began to push hard against him, they began to scuffle and somewhere in the midst of their scuffling they began to kiss. At first it was a gentle, comforting kiss. No rushing, no pushing.

Then it developed. Faith sighed and opened her mouth, letting his tongue push in and explore it's hot depths. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned into his large, comforting, frame. He wrapped his arms around her, stroking them up and down her back. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Gently he laid her down onto the soft comforter. Her legs automatically wrapped around his torso as she pulled his body hard against hers, pushing herself into his growing erection.

She pulled her mouth away from his and gasped into his ear. "I'm so hot... I haven't had any for so long..."

Angel groaned and began to grind himself into her, feeling her arch and whimper under him. He took off her top and then slipped off her bra, cupping her breasts. He bent down and took a nipple into his mouth. Faith gasped and her eyes slipped shut. He pulled off his jacket and threw it to the floor, his shirt quickly followed. Her hands ran over his muscular chest.

He took off her pants and slipped a hand in-between her legs, becoming more excited when he realised she wasn't wearing any panties. He slid one finger between her pussy lips and slid it deep into her slit. She gasped and pushed harder against his hand. He took off her trousers and his boxers followed.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his thick cock, feeling pre-cum dribble out as she rubbed the head with her thumb. He growled and pried her hand away. "Stop- I can't take it."

Faith laughed sexily and then moaned. "Angel." She gasped in a voice that reeked sex. "I need your cock... so bad... please..." She bent down and bit his neck gently, laughing as she heard a rumble sound in his throat.

He lowered his body and slowly slid his cock between her thighs. Faith reached down and pulled it into her body, feeling the head slip into her entrance. She gasped and bucked her hips, making his cock slip in deeper. She locked gazes with him, her breathing totally erratic. Her inner walls were clenching and unclenching uncontrollably around his cock, she was so close to coming.

"So wet... fuck..." He grunted and thrust the rest of the way into her body. Faith cried out and slammed her hips against his, rubbing her clit against his pubic bone. It had obviously been a long time, she was as tight as anything, it was a wonder her wasn't hurting her.

He started up a slow pace, casually thrusting in and out of her over turned on pussy. He reached down in-between their bodies and pinched her clit, making her cum, she gave a couple of short sharp thrusts and he could feel her walls contract and spasm around his prick. He concentrated with all his might not to explode, she was pure silk, tight and wet and so smooth.

"Angel!" She cried as she came, sighing, tears slipped out of the corners of her eyes.

"Shh..." He quietly soothed her as he kept up the slow pace, his pelvis pushing into hers. She groaned and matched him thrust for thrust, bucking her body underneath his.

His hands cupped her breasts again, his thumb and forefinger took her nipples and pinched them roughly, making her cry out and she began to toss her head from side to side, moaning incoherently. As he watched her he could feel pre-cum dribble out of his straining prick.

"Faith... I'm gonna... oh god... I'm gonna cum." Angel sighed into her ear.

"I'm gonna cum again... I can feel it..."

Angel's eyes widened as he heard her words. "Touch yourself. I wanna see you touch yourself."

She whimpered and her hand slid down in-between their bodies, he watched as she slipped her hand between her pussy lips and she began to pull it back and forth. Her hips began to buck madly, he began to slam in and out of her as hard as he could. She screamed as she came this time, her walls clenching violently around his cock, he sprayed his cold spunk into her body. Sighing he collapsed and rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her pussy.

He pulled her into his arms, kissed her deeply, then pulled the bed covers up around them and her fell asleep. Faith listened to his breathing, fascinated cause she couldn't feel his breath. He once told her that the reason he breathed was out of habit. She suddenly worried about the consequences. What was going to happen tomorrow? What would he do? Would he tell anyone? Was this a one off? What was the future going to bring, anyway?

Too much thought. Faith was tired and wanted to sleep. She closed her eyes and eventually drifted off into oblivion. She slept peacefully, for once, not haunted be dreams which had no meaning but punished her mind for what she had done.

End