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.
