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I'm doing the Faith/Wesley ficathon so as warm up for my Faith voice, and because I can't decide witch plot bunny to pursue. I finshed up a the fic fragment I posted on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
con_critique. I didn't expand the story as I hoped but I think I improved it. Everyone had wonderful advice and I hope I did it justice. I cut out some stuff people actually sugested I expand on because I wanted the story more focused. I'll write Giles/First story when my WIP is over and I'm not feeling all mushy about him.
Title: Deep Sleeper
Author: Appomattoxco
Pairing: Faith/Wood
Rated: R
Warning: This is as dark as it gets at least for me.
Nicky smiled proudly at her son; not at all embarrassed by Robin’s nudity. “What a sweet picture, it makes me teary eyed baby, trusting you like this was one giant step, you know. Almost as big a step for her as the one Buffy took off that tower. Slayers aren’t big on love and trust; we’re more about the hunt. Death, we all want it. It’s our gift."
Without a word Robin freed Faith carefully. Loosening the silk ties that bound her hands with the gentle deliberation he had used to tie them. It was exactly the same care he used earlier in making love to her. Kissing her wrist he remembered persuading Faith to allow this, to accept it as his gift to her. He had done his best to adore every part of her, without letting Faith to so much as kiss him in return. His only wish was to touch her heart. The part that she… and all slayers guard so fiercely.
The bindings weren’t about control. Robin laughed; they were about trust, about the gift of faith. Mere silk would never have kept a Slayer from defending herself anyway.
He remembered how beautiful she been on the edge of orgasm. With her soft brown eyes and her heart wide open she’d cried out “I love you.” That was the moment he got his wish, just as he’d slid the knife into her.
Weeping over the memory, the man barely noticed when the smooth steel of his mother’s voice rusted into Faith’s. “Don’t worry babe. You sharpened that blade up real good. Didn’t feel a thing - honest. Well, nothing bad anyway. You don’t believe me? Give it a try, start at the crease in your elbow and work down to your wrist.”
A/N I didn't choose to go into what Wood's trigger was. I think not knowing exactly is creepier. YMMV
con_critique. I didn't expand the story as I hoped but I think I improved it. Everyone had wonderful advice and I hope I did it justice. I cut out some stuff people actually sugested I expand on because I wanted the story more focused. I'll write Giles/First story when my WIP is over and I'm not feeling all mushy about him.Title: Deep Sleeper
Author: Appomattoxco
Pairing: Faith/Wood
Rated: R
Warning: This is as dark as it gets at least for me.
Nicky smiled proudly at her son; not at all embarrassed by Robin’s nudity. “What a sweet picture, it makes me teary eyed baby, trusting you like this was one giant step, you know. Almost as big a step for her as the one Buffy took off that tower. Slayers aren’t big on love and trust; we’re more about the hunt. Death, we all want it. It’s our gift."
Without a word Robin freed Faith carefully. Loosening the silk ties that bound her hands with the gentle deliberation he had used to tie them. It was exactly the same care he used earlier in making love to her. Kissing her wrist he remembered persuading Faith to allow this, to accept it as his gift to her. He had done his best to adore every part of her, without letting Faith to so much as kiss him in return. His only wish was to touch her heart. The part that she… and all slayers guard so fiercely.
The bindings weren’t about control. Robin laughed; they were about trust, about the gift of faith. Mere silk would never have kept a Slayer from defending herself anyway.
He remembered how beautiful she been on the edge of orgasm. With her soft brown eyes and her heart wide open she’d cried out “I love you.” That was the moment he got his wish, just as he’d slid the knife into her.
Weeping over the memory, the man barely noticed when the smooth steel of his mother’s voice rusted into Faith’s. “Don’t worry babe. You sharpened that blade up real good. Didn’t feel a thing - honest. Well, nothing bad anyway. You don’t believe me? Give it a try, start at the crease in your elbow and work down to your wrist.”
A/N I didn't choose to go into what Wood's trigger was. I think not knowing exactly is creepier. YMMV
