Disclaimer: Not mine, no way, never was, probably never will be. Now where's my Prozac?

Feedback: Yes please!

Spoilers: Story picks up where Season 3 Angel leaves off

Rating: This is definitely a strong R Chapter, DO NOT read if you're underage!

Written By: Amber

Pairings: mainly Wes/Faith, if you don't like them this probably isn't the story for you.

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"Knock, Knock" Lilah said. Standing at Wes's door step as he opened the door for the morning paper. "How quaint, tea in the morning with your paper, to start a day filled with....what exactly is it that you do around here all day?" She asked while brushing past him. She looked about, seeing dishes piled up from the night before and a few of Faiths items here and there.

"Company here?" She peeked into his room seeing Faith in his bed. She tried not to look annoyed but he could see right through her. She was jealous. She couldn't stand that she had no effect on him or control over him. He loved it. Loved seeing her squirm, and was loving that she was making such assumptions. "She's kinda young isn't she Wes?"

"Compared to you? Yes." Wes answered with a smirk. "Was there a reason that you stopped by, other than to remind me to check the peep-hole before opening the door?"

"So, you two saw Connor last night I heard. We've been tracking him. He's a tricky kid to keep track of though. Any news?" She asked.

"Lilah, I do not work for you and have no desire to discuss this with you. We're not friends. We're not business partners, or any other kind of partners. Are you going to tell me why you're really here? Because I only saw Connor for a few minutes and barely said two words to him." Wes said. Something was up, he just couldn't figure out what. Just then Faith came out of the bedroom with Wes's shirt on and not much more. She looked up and saw Lilah glaring at her. Faith remembered the phone message and Wes's reaction to her and tried to figure out why she was here.

"Good Morning," Wes said and held his arms out to her. She understood. Wes wanted to put the final nail in the coffin of his and Lilah's relationship. She walked right into them and let him fold her up into his body. He laid another kiss on the top of her head as he had the evening before. She liked this game. She wished it was no game though. It felt so good being wrapped in his arms. "You remember Lilah, don't you Faith?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," Faith replied, acting as if she hardly realized Lilah was there. "Barely." Wes and Faith settled onto the couch. They can see the fire in Lilah's eyes beginning to burn brighter.

"Well, I don't want to be in the way." Lilah said beginning lose composure. "We just though maybe you would've asked Connor about Angel or something. But I can see you have your hands full. Meanwhile my ass is in a sling cuz I can't seem to track one stupid child down long enough to get an answer to ONE stupid question!"

"Someone has some pent up energy." Faith whispered closely into Wesley's ear, but loud enough for Lilah to hear. She ran her hand through his hair and down the back of his neck and he shivered just so slightly.

"Lilah, frankly I couldn't care less where your ass is. You chose your job, don't come crying to me when your "Senior Partners" are breathing down your neck." Wes answered getting ready to show her to the door.

Frustrated, Lilah began to rub her temples. It was 8:00 in the morning and yet she still felt the need for a drink.

"All right." She said exasperated. "Here's the deal. It's just that there was certain red-head that happened to be with Connor the night that Angel and Cordelia disappeared. You know who. This same person, who happened to end up in our offices for some, ahem, let's say questioning by our best mind readers gave up the information that Angel, was not killed by anyone but rather sunk to the bottom of the ocean in a nice neat coffin. Fine by me, but you know how the bosses are. Meanwhile, your biggest fan went psycho and took out one of our mind readers before our security took her out. Now what my biggest problem is, is that I can't search the entire ocean for one stupid vampire, without knowing where to look! She's not talking, and there's only one other person who was there."

"Angel's alive?" Wes asked. "...and Justine's dead."

"Yes. That's what I'm saying." Lilah said rolling her eyes. "You want to know what the real kicker is? The readers also found out that Justine murdered Holtz and blamed it on Angel. We should have just let that bitch die that night. This whole mess would have been avoided."

"Well, looks like you have your hands full. Sorry can't help." Wes answered. He scooted Faith off his lap. She grudgingly gave up her spot, but got up and followed him towards the door.

"So that's it?" Lilah asked.

"That's it." Wes answered as Faith comes up behind him and wraps her arms around him. "Sorry I can't help. Good Luck." Wes finished as he closed the door to her with her mouth still hanging open.

"That was fun." Faith whispered.

"Yes, masterfully done." Wes answered. He couldn't say that he didn't enjoy having Faith cuddled in so close to him. Especially at the expense of Lilah. "You played along wonderfully."

"I hate lawyers. I may even hate them worse than demons. The vote's still out on that one." Faith replied. "So, is it sinking in yet? Angel...alive. Do you think she's telling the truth?"

"She sounded to irate not to be telling the truth. She is one of the easiest people in the world to read." Wes said. He turned around to face her, still in her grasp.

"How are you feeling this morning?" He asked to change the subject. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the news about Angel and wasn't ready to talk about it.

"Good as new." She replied. "And you?"

"Feeling better by the minute." He answered. "You had me rather scared last night."

"You and me both." She smiled as she finally loosened her grasp from his waist. She figured she pushing it if she clung on much longer.

"Breakfast?" he asked. "Some steak and eggs or something iron boosting just to make sure you stay feeling good."

"Shower first. Then breakfast." She replied. A nice cold shower.

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That afternoon Faith decided it was time. Time to have a talk with Wesley. It was probably about a hundred degrees outside so they were hiding out inside the air conditioned apartment. She pulled her hair up into a loose ponytail. She wore some short cut-off jean shorts and a charcoal gray tank top. He looked so awesome sitting there pouring over his books. Those jeans and the shirt that matched his eyes. His eyes were so intent. She was being torn up inside every time she looked at him and knew that he wasn't hers. She had never wanted anything so badly.

"Wes?" She started.

"Yes?" He looked up.

"What do you think of me?" She asked. She looked vulnerable. He looked her over and tried to decide where this questioning was coming from.

"I care about you a lot. I hope that you know that." He answered carefully.

"I just...I don't know. Never mind." She said. He didn't know if he should push and try to get her to keep talking. She scared him sometimes. She was unpredictable. He didn't know if she was trying to ask if he was a pervert because she caught him looking at her, or if she was going to tell him she thought of him as a father figure, or whether she wanted to rip his clothes off right there. Women in general were never his strong suit. He had better luck deciphering ancient scripts. He slowly stood up, he set his glasses on the table next to his book, walked over towards where she was sitting on the floor and sat down next to her.

"I think you are better than you give yourself credit for." He began again. "I've always thought that."

"I've changed a lot of what I thought about you." she said smiling. "Obviously. I haven't tried to torture you lately, right?.... I used to think that I was your job.... I don't think that anymore."

"I never thought you were just my job. It killed me when I failed you! You have no idea how horrible I felt." he said.

"Wes, you didn't fail me. I made bad decisions. It's not anyone's fault but my own." She answered.

"I wanted to reach out to you and make everything better, but I didn't know how. You were just a girl, and the Council was always telling me how to treat you and how I should feel." Wes reached out and touched her arm.

"What am I now?" she asked.

"Certainly aren't that girl I knew back in Sunnydale. I wish that you could see that."

"Who am I?" She asked searching his eyes for an answer.

"You are Faith. My Slayer. Someone who is good and has changed. Someone who makes me feel like I have a purpose again." Wes said.

She leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. He didn't pull away. Thank god, she thought. She was so scared that when this moment came that he would pull away in revolt. She had hoped that he no longer saw her as just a girl. He ran his hand up the back of her neck and pulled her in closer. He kissed her deeper. Oh god, he moaned in his head. Her skin was so warm. She moved over the top of him and sat straddling him on the floor. They were leaned against the couch as they kept kissing and exploring each others bodies with their hands. He couldn't believe this is what she had been getting at. He wanted this so badly, but never thought it would actually happen. He could never let himself believe she could want him.

"This is what you want?" He whispered in her ear.

"Yeah, this is what I want." She replied.

"Good. I don't want to stop." He said smiling. He ran his hands over her breasts. They were perfect. Her body was soft and hard at the same time. It felt like electricity running through him as he ran his hands over her. He was so excited. His confining jeans were getting uncomfortable. He pulled her tank top over her head and she fumbled with the buttons on his shirt before carelessly ripping them open and tearing the shirt off of him. Her ponytail fell out and her hair came cascading down her back. She wanted to just devour him. She pressed her bare skin to his. He was magnificent. She ran her hand down to his pants. She hesitated for just a second before running her hands all the way down. She was too far gone now. All she wanted was to feel him inside her. He was much bigger than she had imagined. She pulled at the button on his jeans. He grabbed her hands in his and stopped her. She looked at him pleadingly with her eyes. He just grinned. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her onto the bed and unbuttoned her pants slowly kissing her bared stomach. Still he had a big grin on his face.

"Wes," she moaned, almost pleading. What is he doing? She wondered. Most of the sex that she had in the past lasted all of about 5 minutes.

"Are you in a hurry?" He asked as he tugged her shorts off. "Do you have somewhere else to be? We could always continue later..."

"No, no. n..." she said as he began kissing her again. He gently kissed mouth, then down her neck, chest, belly, and finally found his way down between her perfect legs. He rolled his tongue around. She tasted so good to him. He was taking extra enjoyment in this. Perhaps because he had only been in this very bed imagining this almost every night for the last month.

Faith thought she was going to die. It was so warm. She had never been so excited in her life. She was about to explode into orgasm right there and they had only begun. She tried to stop herself from thrusting her hips around while he was between her legs. He held her firmly by the hips. He could feel her squirming become intense. She moaned his name over and over. He smiled again as he worked his way back up, lingering at her breasts. He finally sat up and unbuttoned his jeans. She thought he never would. She impatiently wanted to rip the pants right off his body, but instead she just watched and tried to keep her body from shaking. When he was undressed he sat in front of her, looking her over. She was beautiful. Her dark hair, her wide dark eyes, her pouty lips. She opened her legs, and grabbed a hold of him pulling him forward. She was very much stronger than him and decide she had waited long enough. He wasn't done playing the game with her. He wanted to make sure she remembered this for a long time. He gently pressed against her repeatedly, but carefully did not let himself inside her.

"Mmm, Wes, Please..." she moaned again. She grinded her hips into him. He finally let himself inside. It was amazing. She tightened around him. Now it was his turn to think he was going to die. They slowly came together completely as her pushed deeply into her over and over, the heat of there bodies together made them feel as though they were one. She rolled him over and rode him until she felt the first explosions of orgasm. She clung to him pulling him in as close as they could possibly be together. The intenseness of her throbbing sent him into the most intense climax. He emptied himself inside of her and they both collapsed into each others bodies, sweaty and satisfied.

A/N: Okay, most of the story so far has been working up to this chapter. I needed to get Wes and Faith together. After this chapter the plot of the Destroyer and other members of the A.I. Team will get more involved. Thanks for reading.