Title: Hot To Cold
Author: Crazy_Girl_Mary
Email: crazy_girl_mary@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: They’re all Joss’ and probably some other people but hey I’m a rebel so I play if I want damn it! Also, the lyrics are Sheryl Crow, and well I can play with them too!
Summary: Faith is finally released from prison and Lilah, suddenly a giving person, sets her up in a beautiful house clear across the country with all the amenities she can stand. The only catch is that Faith has to stay away from Angel, but gripped with immense need she finds him on her front door and tears and tequila ensue. Complete.
Pairings: Faith/Angel… or is it Faith/Angelus?
Category: angst and suspense I suppose.
Spoilers: No real spoilers, I mean I don’t know the eps, and if you know Faith is in jail then you’re pretty much good, if not well then… sorry.
Rating: Some parts are NC-17, and the rest are pretty much boring filler material, no, nonsense, it’s very crucial plot information, (cough) um, which can be totally skipped over to get to the good stuff!
Author’s Comments: I finally have a website! Isn’t that exciting! I know I’m excited and I’ll be even more excited if you email me with your changes and reviews.

“Oh God Angel!” she screamed loudly, simultaneously waking and dreaming. He had been inside of her. She sat up wide-awake. She could feel the sweat covering her. She had been dreaming of him again. The dreams were always pretty similar. Angel came to her and made passionate love to her like no man had ever done in her whole life. In the time that she had been living there they had done it in the shower, on the floor by the fire, in the bed, on the couch, on the counter, on the bar, in the snow, almost everywhere in her house.

She needed to get laid badly, she thought to herself with a smile as she wiped the sweat from her forehead. She went into the bathroom and quickly washed her face and neck then went into the closet and put on a ribbed white undershirt. It was almost dark, and she had the munchies. She knew exactly what she wanted. She grabbed the phone and called the nearest restaurant. It was pretty good and she had convinced the owner’s son to deliver to her for a hundred bucks the first time. When he met her he agreed to come up free of charge. So he would speed up on his snow mobile and the food would still be half warm when he got there. He was the closest thing to a friend she had. She had often considered seducing him but she didn’t want to risk losing the privilege of delivery. She ordered chicken franchese with French fries and green beans, a large Caesar salad, a side of Italian Wedding soup and a twelve pack of Corona’s. The hostess happily told her that Dave would be up as soon as possible. She lit a few candles to try and dampen the smell of weed. Then she put on the news and started to watch again. Apparently a cold front was moving in on the unseasonably warm weather in the northeast region that would cause severe snowstorms. It was far from unseasonably warm she thought but began to wonder just how bad the snow up there could get. Despite the fact that there was always snow on the ground it didn’t really snow that often, but when it did it stayed on the ground and everything else for a long time. It had been flurrying on and off for a few days but that had been the first snow in a few weeks.

The banging on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She turned the television off and threw the remote to the chair. Then went into the office to grab her wallet. On the way back to the door she remembered the cold and the thin shirt she was wearing and grabbed the cover from the couch to wrap around her body. The knock was persistent. “One second Dave!” she screamed trying to situate the cover so she could hold her wallet and accept the packages. Fuck, she would just invite him in for a few minutes. She ran quickly over to the door practically tripping on the cover and grasped the knob. She pulled the lock and opened the door quickly.

Her big smile faltered as she saw who was on the other side. “Angel,” she said. That was all she could say.

“Faith,” he answered. His face looked unbearably sad and she felt her heart rip open and spew boiling hot lava inside her chest. “Can I come in?” he asked holding up her food.

“Oh, yeah sure, come in,” she answered hastily stepping aside as he entered. He quickly took the place in as he put the packages down on the counter.

“You can put your coat over there if you’re planning on staying awhile,” she said pointing to the coat tree. Angel removed his heavy duster and did as she suggested then he turned and looked at her unsure of what to do next. “Sit down,” she said kindly, pointing to a stool at the counter. She looked down at the blanket around her, “I’m gonna grab a sweater, I’ll be right back.”

She left him a moment as she ran to the closet and grabbed a big comfy sweater she loved to wear. She threw it over the tank top not bothering to put on a bra, not really thinking he would care either way. She threw the cover back on the couch and came back into the kitchen. She started unwrapping her food. She didn’t know what to say to him. ‘Gee sorry I didn’t write and even more sorry you found me and now we have to share this awkward silence’ she thought sarcastically. She was starving she didn’t care if it was rude she got out a plate and dished out the food.

“If I had known you were coming I would’ve made a special order,” Faith said taking a bite of her chicken, quickly following with a fry. She covered the meal with a paper plate and stuck it in the microwave for sixty seconds then she grabbed a beer and put the rest of the beer, the soup, and the salad in the fridge for a snack later.

“Want a beer?” she offered. He shook his head. He looked so sad she couldn’t get over it. Something had happened she knew she just didn’t have the heart to ask. “There’s a bar over there if you want something different.” She was surprised when he nodded and went over to pour himself a shot of tequila. Body shots flashed in Faith’s mind. He brought the bottle over with him, and took his seat again. The microwave signaled her food was done and she removed the steaming paper plate and sat across from him to eat.

When she had finished her meal and could no longer take the silence and the sadness in his eyes and his incessant drinking she asked, “How did you find me?”

“It wasn’t easy,” he answered taking another shot. She frowned and grabbed the half empty bottle from his clenched hand.

“Why did you find me?” she asked.

“Because I needed your help,” he answered.

“And you don’t anymore, but you came anyway?” she asked. Again his eyes were so sad. She had seen him sad, but never this said.

“Buffy is dead,” he said slowly. It took a few moments for it to register in her brain. She put her empty beer bottle down and didn’t get another to wet her suddenly dry throat.

“Oh God Angel,” she said. She wanted to cry but knew she needed to comfort him and be strong for him. She couldn’t imagine what he was feeling. She slowly went around the counter and wrapped her arms around him unsure whether it was appropriate, not knowing what it was like to care. The time that he had held her so tightly while she tried to cry the pain away came to mind and she knew it was the right thing to do. He had been the only person who gave two shits about her and now it was her turn to return the favor.

She held him for a while rubbing his back in slow circles, and holding him tight against her chest. His head was sunk into her shoulder, burrowed into her hair and he was crying. It was so surreal, hearing her hero, who she saw as the strongest being in the world crying on her shoulder. The old Faith would’ve looked down on it but she thought it was so beautiful.

Her legs were aching from standing still so long. She started to pull away but he held her tighter and stood from the chair to enfold her into a tight embrace. He pulled her to the couch and sat down pulling her down next to him and he started where he left off. He continued to cry on her shoulder and she wondered how long ago it had happened. How long had he been looking for her? How long had he been collecting these tears? How long would he cry?

Her last question was answered as his wracking came to an abrupt end. He still nuzzled into her shoulder and she shuddered a little as his lips grazed her neck. Her hands dropped from his back to her sides. If she didn’t get away from him she would rape his fine ass right then and there she thought only half sarcastically. He realized she was a little scared and pulled away from her. He held her face in both hands and his tear stained visage looked deep into her mirrored brown eyes. He gently pressed his lips against her cheek, then her forehead, then over each eye, then her lips. He let them linger there. Then he released his hands, which went immediately down her back under the start of her sweater. He ran his cool hands up her spine as his kiss turned passionate.

Faith gasped in the kiss and felt her whole body become too hot for clothes in a matter of seconds. This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t happen. She pulled away, “Angel we can’t,” she mumbled his lips still grazing hers, her breath warming his dead lips. The dreams came flooding before her. If he were even half as good…

“Please Faith,” he said licking her lips, “I need you now.”

He was begging, the fuck of her ultimate dreams was passionately begging her to make love. What the hell was she thinking of saying no for? She let go of her inhibitions and let one hand tangle in his hair while the other began to fight with his belt buckle. He slowly dipped her back onto the couch, not wanting her to leave his lips. She tasted so good. He took in the breathtaking site of her. Her arms were above her head, her black hair was spread all around her shining face, and desire filled her eyes and saturated every pore of her body. Her lower legs were tucked behind her and he slid his hands to her back then her ass then to the crook behind her knees. He untucked her legs and they fell on either side of him. He looked down at her for another moment before she opened her lips and moaned his name, “Angel.”

He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and leaned down. His lips went to her neck instinctively, and then they slowly trailed down over her shirt between her breasts. She was already pushing up against him. He wondered how long it had been for her. His hands found the hem of her undershirt and he slowly pulled it over her head. He kissed her lips gently and let her bare chest warm his. Then he moved down and sucked her breasts until she was moaning his name and her smell had filled the massive room. She had unbuckled the belt but hadn’t had the chance to pull it out so he finished the job and lay down between her legs.

She could feel him hard against her. She couldn’t take it anymore, he wasn’t moving fast enough and she was always a control freak. She gripped his shoulders and sat up, then tackled him back down on the couch. She quickly removed her sweatpants and mounted him. He smiled and met her lips, she kissed his and then she moved down his neck and kissed him there all the while grinding her hips against his pants.

He growled, she was teasing him the way he had teased her. She sucked and lightly bit his nipples then sat up and grinded her hips furiously. He began to grind with her while he wanted nothing more then to rip off his pants, tackle her back and be inside of her. She was shaking her head, her hair was swinging wildly and in-between moans she was licking her lips hungrily and her breasts were bouncing with each movement. His hands found her hips and he helped push her over the bulge in his pants. Her juice had soaked her flimsy silk panties and his pants. He could feel her warm liquid on him and it made him want her even more. He leaned up and kissed her lips then breasts. Then continued to grind and she felt herself coming to the edge. She looked over the cliff of oblivion and was surprised at herself. She hadn’t come this easily since she was a young girl. Yet here she was, forgetting about a parachute and diving head first into the cloudy black abyss.

He didn’t think he could get any harder, but he was wrong. He felt her lose the rhythm and her body began to shake erratically in her orgasm and he got harder and came inside his pants. He pulled her against his chest; legs wrapped around her hips and kissed her feverishly as they rode the crests and valleys of their physical achievement. When they had both seized to be stimulated further he leaned back and pulled her on top of him. She cuddled against his chest and fell quickly asleep. He stayed awake a while watching the snow swirling and falling heavily outside the large windows as he smoothed her hair.

She woke with a start and looked down not willing to believe he was really there and not just a dream until she could see him and feel him again. She leaned in to kiss his lips gently then lay back down. She saw the time blinking on the DVD player and sat up with a jerk, “Angel!” she said startling him from his sleep.

“What?” he asked sitting at her side in seconds, “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s 6:05!” she said frantically, “The sun Angel! The sun should be up any second!” She grabbed the blanket next to them and threw it over him. She looked around, the sun should already be out, but it was almost completely dark all around except for the candles she lit to damper the smell of pot flickering here and there. She laughed when she realized she couldn’t see the trees. She pulled the blanket off of him and he looked at her confused.

“The snow,” she said with a giggle, “the snow is completely covering the window.”

The sun came up in that direction he supposed and the other wall had windows only up towards the loft but they were dark too. Only a little light would come in, but not direct sunlight. She stood up and he pulled her back down on top of him. Her back was pressed against his chest and her ass in-between his legs. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such an erotic experience. No one’s ever had quite that effect on me. I didn’t even drop my pants.”

She smiled, “Me too.”

“You dropped your pants,” he said seductively and licked her ear, “but I loved it.”

She tried to get up again but he pulled her back down. “The sun could be melting that snow as we mess around, and you would be ash before we knew it. You wouldn’t be much use to me then,” she teased running a finger down his abs and inside the waistband of his pants.

“Okay,” he said, “You win.” She stood up and went up to the closet. She found a pair of sweats for him and a new pair and a tee shirt for her. She closed the door while she changed wanting to have a little mystery and loving keeping him in suspense. Then she came out and handed him the sweats. He held her hand and put the sweats next to him then pulled her back down into his lap. He nuzzled his face against her hair and face then settled in the crook of her neck and she rubbed his back again. Was he still caught up on Buffy? Was he trying to take his mind off of her? Is that why he had come to her? Was he using her?

She suddenly realized he was looking at her, his eyes peering into hers trying to see her soul. “Let’s go upstairs,” he said taking her hand and standing. She stood and grabbed his sweats then led him to the staircase. They slowly made their way up. Angel in the back still holding her hand watching her hips sway with each rung.

He looked in awe at the bed; he couldn’t wait to take her in that bed but he wouldn’t rush her. He watched her go lay down. Then he pulled his pants off and put on the sweats. He was surprised she hadn’t watched him intently. She smiled as she held up a small remote control. She clicked a few buttons and big black curtains stretching from the ceiling to the floor began to push closed on both sides of the room to cover the large windows. The whole house was completely dark. He slowly made his way over to the bed, climbed under all the covers and held her tightly in his embrace.

She hadn’t really slept in years, and after her night with him she had slept but she wasn’t fulfilled. She felt like all the sleepless nights of her life had suddenly caught up with her. She was glad he wasn’t pushing because she could barely keep her eyes open. He just played with her hair and held her as she slept, knowing they had all the time in the world to really worship each other.

Faith woke with a start. She searched the darkness with her eyes but couldn’t make out a single shape. She felt around her in the bed. Was he gone? Was he still in the house? Had she been dreaming again? She rolled off the bed and fumbled to the table on the far side of the room. After knocking a few things to the soft carpet with a thud she managed to find a candle and matches. The smell of sulfur signaled the match’s flare and she quickly lit the candle. She turned and slowly made her way to the stairs, and since she could barely see her feet with the weak flame it took her five minutes to descend.

She saw a small crack of light coming from under the bathroom door. Should she just go in? She doubted she would be able to stop herself as she went over to the door. She hesitated only a moment then placed her hand on the doorknob and turned it lightly until the door pushed open a crack. “The towels are in the cabinet under the sink Angel,” she said lightly, not opening the door further. She waited for him to respond but he didn’t. “Angel?” she called a little louder opening the door slowly.

She had to grab the doorjamb to keep her balance at the sight before her. The water was slowly filling the bathtub and steam was coursing up from the shaded pink water. Her favorite expensive rose bubble bath sat on the step. It had real rose petals that were now floating amongst the bubbles. There were no lights on but dozens of candles strewn all over the floor were giving the room a sexy glow and casting flickering shadows on everything. The steam and heat was so thick it was almost malleable.

Had he set this up for her? She took a step forward and put her candle down then carefully went over and turned the water off before it got too close to the top. She was sitting on the step. She felt like she was floating through a dream. She couldn’t believe how sexy this was. She was willing to bet Buffy didn’t get this kind of treatment. Buffy was dead, how could she think that way? How could she think at all?

Out of the corner of her eyes she saw his pale form in the blackness behind him. He was leaning against the doorjamb watching her intently. She looked over at him and couldn’t keep from moistening. His eyes were so filled with lust and he was looking at her. She didn’t think anyone had ever looked at her like that let alone anyone she had the same feelings for. His bare toned chest was completely contrasting to the black marble that surrounded them. She felt paralyzed as he stood up straight and slowly came toward her. He moved as graceful as a cat circling in on his prey. He stepped easily through the path he had made among the candles, taunting her with his leisurely pace and lustful smile.

Once he stood over her, he offered his hand, which she took and helped her to stand before him. He leaned in and slowly kissed her lips, inserting his tongue to taste her. Then he kissed her face and neck with the same measured passionate strength. When he pulled back she opened her eyes and stared deep into his. She thought for a moment she could see his passion flickering golden in his once dark, pain-filled, brown eyes. His hands ran down her front and found the fold of her tee shirt. She lifted her hands slowly over her head and allowed him to disrobe her. She was about a foot taller then him standing on the top step of the bathtub looking down into his eyes.

His hands trailed down her soft smooth shoulders and breasts then along the loose waist of her sweats. He caught the drawstring on one finger and gave it a little tug to untie it. Then he pulled the waist down over her hips and they fell to her feet no longer stabilized by her womanly curves. He left her eyes for only a moment to glance at her small underwear. They were black sheer and didn’t hide much and they made him wonder what the point was for wearing them at all except for foreplay or to slow the process. Had she put them on for that reason? He tucked his pointer finger in the front and she shuddered as his light caress tickled the soft skin above her hairline.

His lips flew in for only a second to quickly clasp around her pouting irresistible lower lip and their eyes never broke. He found both string sides with his thumbs and began to slowly ease the thin fabric down her hips. She continued to lock eyes with him, nameless lust meeting lust, and wriggled her hips to help the fabric fall more easily. Soon her underwear had joined her pants and he broke eyes with her once more to stare down at her. She was amazing, and he could already see how wet she was for him. Then he found the string of his sweats and like hers he lightly tugged then pushed them down his straight form revealing the end of his washboard abs. He had no undergarments to hide him for her view and she went wide-eyed at the sight of him. She would surely be tight after three years of celibacy and she couldn’t wait to feel him break her open any longer.

He continued to keep the stare as he stepped up on the ledge then past her into the tub. She watched mesmerized as he sat on the comfortable bench surrounded by bubbles and rose petals. His eyes left hers to study the rest of her nude body. She didn’t falter under his examination but was excited even further. Then he lifted his hand and his finger curled, beckoning her to him.

She took the first step, then the second then sunk slowly into the water in front of him. The water was almost boiling and as unbearable as the ache that was building deep between her legs. He let his hands slowly find her hips and pull her into his lap. She leaned her head back and let her dark hair sink into the water. She submerged her head under for a second then came back up and licked her plush red lips before him. She wanted him so bad it hurt, and it would continue to hurt until she had him and probably even after that but she liked how it hurt. She wanted it to hurt and he knew it.

He gripped her shoulders and stood, bringing her out of the water up to her waist. Then he turned and positioned her in the corner of the tub. Her skin had turned blush from the hot water and looked almost pink with the shade of the water filtering over it, but his skin remained unnaturally white. In seconds he was kneeling over her on the bench.

“Do you need an invitation?” she asked seductively. He smiled and his fingers went down to separate her sleek folds. He aligned himself and pushed deep inside her as far as he could go, quick and hard. Her eyes remained on his and his on hers. The smell of blood was strong not only because he had ripped her open but also because she was biting her lower lip fiercely to keep from screaming and moaning.

He tried to push even further inside her and she closed her eyes in pain. Then he pulled slowly out of her only to force back in just as far and fast as the first entry. The feeling of the water rushing to clear his path was exhilarating. Despite her physical pain her hands found his hips and started to pull him in further with every admission. She spread her legs further for him and he leaned down to suck on her lip as his brutal thrusts continued. They no longer hurt and her body was doing its best to make way for such a large challenger. While they kissed she couldn’t stifle her moans and he felt each moan in each thrust and swallowed them unwillingly down.

She was so tight and her walls were contracting against him with each outward motion as if trying to pull the seed from him. He couldn’t come first, that wouldn’t happen. He smiled at her and licked her slick cheek. She closed her eyes and concentrated on keeping perfect rhythm with his thrusts. Her eyes flew open as his fingers found her pleasure point. She tried to bite her tongue again but he flew in to taste her mouth and blood and cries. He felt her picking up the speed and he needed her to come soon because he didn’t know how long he could last.

Her pride disappeared as his mouth left hers and found her neck. He was surprised and entertained by the vulgar words that escaped her pretty mouth. He sucked her neck, kneaded her little ball with his fingers, and continued to pound into her hard; first slow, then quick, then slow again. Her sight darkened and everything beyond him turned into a blur of black and flame. She focused only on what he was making her feel. She didn’t care about him and was almost sure he didn’t care about her. She barely recognized the wicked screams filling the room and reverberating off the ominous walls as hers.

This time she didn’t see herself walking to the orgasm cliff and diving off… she saw blue lightning flash before her and then darkness. Instinctively she leaned up and viciously sank her dull teeth into his neck, not to rejuvenate an undead body but to make him hurt. For the same reason she simultaneously dug her black nails into the top of his back and raked them down further with each ending thrust creating eight deep ruts leaking blood as dark as the weapons that brought them forth.

He slammed into her a few more times and came with a deep animalistic growl as she sunk her teeth into his flesh and raked her nails down his back. He continued to feed their orgasms for a few excruciatingly enjoyable minutes. Then he pulled out of her and collapsed on top of her. The bubbles and hot water were burning the wounds she had created. She still had her mouth connected to his neck. She pulled out of him and he looked down at her like she was the sexiest thing since black leather.

He sat next to her and pulled her up in his lap and she let her eyes close and her head float back on the water. It was so soothing and comfortable here with him, how could that be right? How could she feel comfortable with him after all that had happened? She suddenly stood up and walked out of the water. He didn’t try to stop her only watched her intently as she walked over to the shower stall and went inside. He heard the water go on. He could stand to go another round, but was she up for it. He was about to find out. He pushed the drain button on the control panel and felt the water beginning to quickly drain from the tub. He was in the center of the whirlwind and his body swayed with the motions. He enjoyed this until the water was down to his knees.

He stepped out of the tub and slowly padded over to the shower. As soon as he opened the door she was shutting the water off. “The way Buffy told it you were as gentle as a teddy bear,” she said. She smiled innocently and went carefully around him. She didn’t bother to grab a plush towel that he had set out, just bent over and grabbed her candle and dirty clothes on the way out. He smiled as she shut the door behind herself not meeting his gaze again. The fun was over… for now. This meant he could start to have fun in a whole new way. And it was only the two of them for miles and miles of frozen wasteland. He grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.




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