Title: Harder, Faster
Author: Sarah
Feedback: Love it, please leave it. . .positive or negative
Pairing: Angel/Collins, of course
Word Count: 1,465
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Smut. It started out as smut with a purpose, but it got lost along the way
Summary: Angel needs Collins to make her feel safe.
Notes: I kinda need a whole program to go along with my process on this one, so instead I'll just say nothing repeatedly.
Special Thanks: Where to start? I'd like to thank the Academy. . .no wait, I have a list. Thank you eudaimon,joannespm,scotsinkilts,sflynn, andshillaire for reading, betaing, and just in general encouraging and inspiring me.
Spoilers: Nope.
Warnings: Sex. And lots of it.
Disclaimer: Oooh, if only I owned them!

He had her backed up against the front door, hands groping under her heavy Santa coat, her thin skirt, kissing her lips with bruising force.
"Mmm," she managed to moan out into his mouth. He pulled back a little, looking into her eyes, her face flushed, lips swollen, breath coming in hard gasps. Beautiful.
"What baby?"
She swallowed a little, breathing hard. "Take . . . take me inside," she managed.
His grin widened as he fumbled for the keys she held out to him. "Yes ma'am!"
Leaning around her, he unlocked the door, her hands clutching his collar as if she might fall, kissing him wherever her lips happened to land. Once he'd worked the key and the door was open, she locked her lips with his, her tongue searching the inside of his mouth. The two of them stumbled into the dark apartment, holding each other up as they kissed, hands roaming the other's body.
Somehow, he closed the door behind him with his foot, whispering "Bedroom?" between kisses. Awkwardly, she pointed in the direction, and he scooped her up, enjoying her surprised giggles, and carried her there, the kissing session resuming as soon as she got her bearings.
He dropped her onto the bed and she smiled, panting softly, her dark eyes locking with his. She reached for the waistband of his pants and pulled herself up, never breaking eye contact. Her fingers wound around the back of his neck, pulling him closer, kissing him ardently. He responded in kind and their teeth clicked together as clumsily, fervently, they explored each other's mouth with lips and tongues. His hands strayed back up under her skirt, as she unbuckled her belt and shouldered her heavy coat to the floor. She began exploring his jaw, his neck, with her lips and tongue as his hands found the waistband of her tights and tugged on it questioningly. She nodded and he pulled down the tights, finding smooth satin panties underneath. Running his hand over them, he caressed the smooth, taut muscle of her ass, wondering if he dared to touch the skin beneath. His question was answered as she unbuttoned his pants, and slid her hands inside, cupping his ass. A moan escaped his lips.
"What do you want baby?" he asked as soon as he could form words.
"I . . . want . . . you," she whispered between kisses.
He pushed her backward and onto the bed, climbing onto her kissing her all the while. Her hands continued to roam; his chest, his back, into his pants, pulling him closer as he ground his hips into her, certain now that he was free to do just as he wanted. She moaned and tried to wrap her legs around him, arching up into him, her tights and shoes just an obstacle.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, looking into her face, flushed beautifully, her eyes closed. She opened her eyes and fixed him with a gaze so solid, so meaningful; he would remember it to his dying day.
"Fuck me," she answered.
It was what he'd hoped to hear. Quickly he sat up, shedding his boots and his pants. She took the opportunity too and kicked off her shoes and shimmied out of her tights and her sweater, leaving the skirt and satin panties for him to deal with. Turning around, he saw her there, nearly naked and smiled. "You're still wearing your shirt," she purred into his ear, sliding her legs around from behind him. He leaned back into her arms as she reached around and unbuttoned his outer shirt. Once it was unbuttoned enough, she slipped her hands underneath all the layers to his skin. Her touch almost burning him, she slid all three of his shirts off over his head, kissing and nibbling the side of his neck as she did so.
"Do you have a-?" he asked, shyly.
"Mmm," she answered, making it an affirmative. "Top drawer."
He opened the nightstand she had indicated, fumbling now because she was still kissing and caressing him, and found the silver-wrapped condom and a bottle of lube. He opened the foil with his teeth and pulled it out, but his hands were shaking.
"Let me," she said, her voice low in his ear. Gently, she took it from him, and expertly rolled it onto his cock, her hands sliding around and over him, enveloping him, twisting her hand and pumping him lightly. He groaned again and leaned back into her, enjoying her touch too much to move. When he did move, it was sudden and so unexpected that she cried out a little in surprise, but smiled in delight as he turned and crawled over her, forcing her back on the bed, a predatory look in his eye. He kissed her again, his hand sliding up under her skirt, glad she had left it on, though he was dying to get it off her, along with the satin panties underneath. He could feel how hard she was underneath it, and he ran his fingers over the thin satin fabric, feeling her shiver as he did. Sliding his hand up higher, he tugged on the elastic at the waist and felt her arch her hips slightly to allow him to slip them off. He took the opportunity and divested her of the rest of her clothing. Free now to touch her, he slid his hand up her flat stomach to her chest, feeling her skin respond to his touch. Quickly he grabbed the bottle of lube and prepped himself and her carefully, not wanting to hurt her. She arched her hips and wrapped her legs about him, moaning as he kissed her, slowly now, savoring the moment, and teasing her a little.
"C'mon, honey, please," she whined against his lips.
He slid into her, carefully, deliciously, waiting patiently for her body to accept his.
"More," she moaned.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yesss!"
He pushed and slid all the way into her as she gasped, tightening her legs around him, pressing her calves into the backs of his thighs, trying to take in as much of him as she could.
"You Ok?" he asked.
"Fine. Jesus, just . . .agh!" Her words turned into a moan as he pulled out and pushed back into her.
"That what you wanted, baby girl?" He asked, grinning.
"Yes, don't stop!"
He built up a rhythm slowly, pumping his hips, holding her waist with one hand. Feeling her hand on his, he looked into her eyes.
"Harder," she growled.
"Honey, I . . ." . . . don't want to hurt you he protested.
Her legs tightened around him, holding him in a surprisingly strong grip. She raised one eyebrow at him. "Harder, I said."
Her strength turned him on even further (though a moment ago, he would have said he was as horny as he'd ever been), and he could only comply with her wishes. He quickened his pace and the ferocity of his thrusts, listening to her moans grow louder and more intense. Her hand tightened on his on her waist, and she looked again at him.
"Hold me harder," she said. "Unh, both hands. I want you to bruise me."
"What? Sweetheart, I can't . . ."
"Do it." She said, and meant it. "Wait." She unlocked her legs from around him and swung one in front of his face as he leaned back to let her, turning herself over beneath him. "Now," she said, face down, propped up on her elbows and the pillow. She took both his hands and placed them around her waist, pulling them tighter than was comfortable, nearly cutting off her own breath. He tried to loosen his grip, but she pulled on his hands, tightening them back to where she wanted them. "C'mon," she said in a low, dark voice, propping herself back up.
Holy shit, he thought, and started up again, his pace and ferocity building until he was back to the level she wanted. He could hear her strangled groans and moans and feel her building to a climax. He was reaching his too, and held her even tighter, earning a louder moan from her in the process. He felt her tighten around him, then release with a stream of Spanish curses issuing from her lips. He followed soon after, and they collapsed in a heap, breathing hard, gasping and sweating, a tangle of arms and legs.
As soon as he had his breath back, he detangled one of his hands from hers and smoothed some strands of her damp wig from her face. Still panting, he kissed her temple.
"What was that about, baby girl?"
"Maybe I'll tell you someday." She replied breathlessly.