When We Don't See Eye To Eye Its Fine, Cos We're Always Heart To Heart ch
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They didn't want it tender, someone to talk to was the last thing they needed. The motion, the bodies, now that's freedom. That's what they wanted.
More importantly what they needed. Connor paid special attention to Faith's body with his lips, he managed to caress her neck and collarbone while he began to enter her. She moaned when she felt his dick rushing in. It was a moan of pure pleasure though, not pain. She was already aroused and hungry for his fuck. It hurt but she didn't give a damn, her hot clit practically sucked him in and she was rendered breathless for a few moments as he looked into her face, kissing her encouragingly checking that she was alright. But she was more than alright, she started the motions before he did.
Answered his concerns with a kiss, and moved on him. Up and down and back and forth on his dick, for a moment their hard nipples rubbed against each other then continued moving across their sensitive skin.
It was amazing, they were around the same size and build so they were quite comfortably moving around each other's bodies. Feeling their way. Face to face, breaking the bed. They could hear it beneath them but they didn't care. Nothing else mattered. They were back together again just like they had needed to be. Faith moaned as Connor's dick when back up her walls and asked him: "Connor...where have you been?" "I don't know...but...I'm.finally.breathing.again" "Connor, you never stopped." "Yes I did, when I lost you I stopped living." "You can't.live.umm...because of love." "Ah! But.I can't...live.with...you.hating.me...either..." Faith laughed: "Connor Angel, I hate you more than anyone else on this planet, I couldn't hate anyone so much if I didn't love them." Faith sighed, and then moaned louder as Connor gained the advantage and pushed her up the wall for a harder fuck.
(Later that night)
Connor turned and looked at Faith lying by his side. So beautiful and yet. He knew he loved her. He'd always love her. And she would always love him. But this wasn't about love. They had both needed to stop hating each other, it was trying and exhausting in a way that Connor had never known. Maybe that's how Angel felt about Connor, it hurt too much to hate someone you love. You have to try. And rejection, it tore your heart into a thousands pieces so small they couldn't even be made into a glitter of love. But it was still your heart. Though broken and numb. And heart will always love. It falls down deep. You swallow it. But it remains. You can't ever stop loving someone. Once it happens you can't make it go away. It may change, but it'll just be another type of love. In any case, love does not quit. And neither did Faith.
Connor smiled watching her breaths as she slept on his bed, putting his pants on. He felt a great guilt. He was going back to the Master. Something was pulling him. Something had taken him. And he was scared. So much his soul shook and he couldn't feel his legs or his head, but he went. And hoped that if he died before she woke, she'd forgive a young man his weakness. His love, his care. He picked up a stake. The Master was a threat to him and everyone he cared about he had to try to make that stop.
They didn't want it tender, someone to talk to was the last thing they needed. The motion, the bodies, now that's freedom. That's what they wanted.
More importantly what they needed. Connor paid special attention to Faith's body with his lips, he managed to caress her neck and collarbone while he began to enter her. She moaned when she felt his dick rushing in. It was a moan of pure pleasure though, not pain. She was already aroused and hungry for his fuck. It hurt but she didn't give a damn, her hot clit practically sucked him in and she was rendered breathless for a few moments as he looked into her face, kissing her encouragingly checking that she was alright. But she was more than alright, she started the motions before he did.
Answered his concerns with a kiss, and moved on him. Up and down and back and forth on his dick, for a moment their hard nipples rubbed against each other then continued moving across their sensitive skin.
It was amazing, they were around the same size and build so they were quite comfortably moving around each other's bodies. Feeling their way. Face to face, breaking the bed. They could hear it beneath them but they didn't care. Nothing else mattered. They were back together again just like they had needed to be. Faith moaned as Connor's dick when back up her walls and asked him: "Connor...where have you been?" "I don't know...but...I'm.finally.breathing.again" "Connor, you never stopped." "Yes I did, when I lost you I stopped living." "You can't.live.umm...because of love." "Ah! But.I can't...live.with...you.hating.me...either..." Faith laughed: "Connor Angel, I hate you more than anyone else on this planet, I couldn't hate anyone so much if I didn't love them." Faith sighed, and then moaned louder as Connor gained the advantage and pushed her up the wall for a harder fuck.
(Later that night)
Connor turned and looked at Faith lying by his side. So beautiful and yet. He knew he loved her. He'd always love her. And she would always love him. But this wasn't about love. They had both needed to stop hating each other, it was trying and exhausting in a way that Connor had never known. Maybe that's how Angel felt about Connor, it hurt too much to hate someone you love. You have to try. And rejection, it tore your heart into a thousands pieces so small they couldn't even be made into a glitter of love. But it was still your heart. Though broken and numb. And heart will always love. It falls down deep. You swallow it. But it remains. You can't ever stop loving someone. Once it happens you can't make it go away. It may change, but it'll just be another type of love. In any case, love does not quit. And neither did Faith.
Connor smiled watching her breaths as she slept on his bed, putting his pants on. He felt a great guilt. He was going back to the Master. Something was pulling him. Something had taken him. And he was scared. So much his soul shook and he couldn't feel his legs or his head, but he went. And hoped that if he died before she woke, she'd forgive a young man his weakness. His love, his care. He picked up a stake. The Master was a threat to him and everyone he cared about he had to try to make that stop.