Animal drabbles for open_on_sunday
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“You think I’m an animal?” Faith asked as she straddled Wesley’s hips. She grinned seductively as she rubbed herself against him, the slickness between her legs coating his rigid cock.
“I was referring to your violent nature in our earlier conversation, not your sexual one.” Wes replied coolly as he lifted her up and thrust inside her.
“For me they can be one and the same.” Faith rocked hard and fast against him. “Anyway, I ain’t the one being ridden now, am I?”
Wesley shifted and Faith suddenly found herself underneath him.
“Looks like we have something in common, Faith.”
“Wesley, there’s something rubbing against my leg.” Angel spoke without looking up from his book.
“Is there?” Wesley said, unconcerned.
Angel sat still as he heard a soft rumbling sound coming from near his left shin. “Did you have tuna for lunch?”
“I named her Stella.” Wesley answered.
“The tuna?”
“The cat.” Wes clucked his tongue and a thin grey cat ambled out from under Angel’s desk. “I found her starving in the alley.” He rubbed behind the cat’s ears and she purred contentedly. “She needed someone to help her.”
Angel smiled fondly at Wes. “She found a good champion.”
open_on_sunday“You think I’m an animal?” Faith asked as she straddled Wesley’s hips. She grinned seductively as she rubbed herself against him, the slickness between her legs coating his rigid cock.
“I was referring to your violent nature in our earlier conversation, not your sexual one.” Wes replied coolly as he lifted her up and thrust inside her.
“For me they can be one and the same.” Faith rocked hard and fast against him. “Anyway, I ain’t the one being ridden now, am I?”
Wesley shifted and Faith suddenly found herself underneath him.
“Looks like we have something in common, Faith.”
“Wesley, there’s something rubbing against my leg.” Angel spoke without looking up from his book.
“Is there?” Wesley said, unconcerned.
Angel sat still as he heard a soft rumbling sound coming from near his left shin. “Did you have tuna for lunch?”
“I named her Stella.” Wesley answered.
“The tuna?”
“The cat.” Wes clucked his tongue and a thin grey cat ambled out from under Angel’s desk. “I found her starving in the alley.” He rubbed behind the cat’s ears and she purred contentedly. “She needed someone to help her.”
Angel smiled fondly at Wes. “She found a good champion.”
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Date: 2005-03-07 10:15 pm (UTC)ferretcat. <3333 (They still look like butts to me but,...hey)no subject
Date: 2005-03-07 10:17 pm (UTC)Hee hee! Ferret butts, maybe? :D
I'm a big sap when Wes is paired with any furry four-legged critter, I guess!
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Date: 2005-03-08 06:42 pm (UTC)Love Takecharge!Wes with Faith. Yum.