Fic 'Watching, Waiting, Anticipating' Part Two. Wes/Faith R rated

[janedavitt]

A bit ago I did a Wes/Faith for lovesbitca called Watching, Waiting, Anticipating . Wes and Faith, in New York, post Chosen, with Faith suggesting to a moody and morose Wesley that she needs some Watcher lovin' stat (does stat mean 'right away'? Never been sure. Anyway, she does. Did.).

Bitca then held some juicy W/F smut hostage until I wrote more of it :;huffs indignantly::. I caved at once because Bitca smut is too sweet to pass up on resisted with all my might and then gave in.

Still not much smut but I think it's on its way.



Watching, Waiting, Anticipating Part Two

It's Day One of her training under the new regime and she's been allowed into his apartment. Really not an honour. She's seen cardboard boxes with more ambiance. He's sipping slowly at a coffee that smells bitter and she's craving the jolt because she hadn't slept, but not even bothering to ask where hers is.

"Let's start at the top, shall we?" He leans back against the plain wooden table and studies her blandly. She's standing in the middle of the floor just where he told her to and she's standing straight, hands behind her back, feet spread enough to make this a position she can hold for hours if she has to.

"You believe that your performance as a Slayer will be enhanced if you have sex on a regular basis."

"Hey, after the dry spell I've had, once a week'd seem like heaven," she tells him. "And, yeah, wait n' see, Wes. I'll be kicking vamp ass like there's no tomorrow."

"Which brings me to an interesting question," he says. "If that's the case, why have you not told me before? Why have you been presenting me with sub-standard results? That's not satisfactory at all, Faith. Communication between a Slayer and her Watcher should be free, frank and full." He gives her a chilly smile and picks up a fucking clipboard for Christ's sake. "I'm afraid that's earned you three demerits."

The clipboard gets replaced on the table and he walks over to her. "Of course, I'm still far from convinced that your theory's correct. The only thing we are in agreement about is that if it is, you will, naturally, look to me alone for your... release. I simply can't be having you dallying with all and sundry."

Indignation's kept her quiet but that's too fucking much. "Last night you told me it was a breach of protocol!"

He purses his lips. "And did I say that mattered to me? Protocol be damned if it improves my Slayer's performance."

And this is bullshit, but when he calls her 'my Slayer' something gets warm low down and she has to repress the urge to wriggle like a fucking furry kitten getting its belly scratched.

"You're so fucking noble, Wes," she says sourly, because she wants him, yeah, but can't he just come out and admit it's mutual? Why the song and dance?

"Not in the slightest," he says and there's something pained in his eyes and voice that hurts to listen to. "Now, if you're quite done wasting my time..." He takes her sullen silence for agreement and goes back for the clipboard which she's so looking forward to inserting into an orifice at some point.

"Luckily I've been keeping rather complete records."

"Of my sex-life?" she interrupts. "'Cause some people would call that an invasion of –"

"Shut up?" he suggests pleasantly. "Thank you... Your average staking time – I calculate it weekly to even out the variables – has indeed been rising, which isn't good at all. However, that might be due to other factors –"

"No, it's not," she says moodily.

"So we're going to try a little experiment."

"What kind of experiment?" she says warily, giving him the eye.

The brilliant smile is kinda scary in a certain light, but that's just Wes for you.

"I'm going to confirm – or disprove – your hypothesis that sexual tension worsens your fighting skills, Faith."

"And you're going to do that how, exactly?" She had to get the weird one. Giles might have talked more before caving, but she bet by now he'd have been closing his eyes and thinking of, well, her, if she was doing it right, but not Wes. Noooo, not – oh, why not? Turnabout was fair play. Not her Watcher.

"Sunset was two hours ago. It's prime feeding time out there. We're going to take a little while to get you aroused and then we're going to go out and slay. We'll repeat it until I have a week's worth of data and we'll see what transpires. After that –"

"No. No after that. Because I'll be fucking dead by then."

He chuckles. "Really, Faith, abstinence isn't fatal." He rolls his eyes and looks close to human. "I'm living proof."

"You send me out there juiced and jittery and you're gonna get me killed," she says flatly. "That what you want, Wes? That how you want this second-chance to end?"

He reached out and slides his hand down her bare arm. "You'll go out there angry and full of hate. I really don't think it'll impair you." Their eyes meet and there's a certain pride in his gaze. "They'll fear you this week, Faith. They'll run from you and you'll show them no mercy."

"No, because I'll pretend each of them is you," she spits.

He shrugs. "If it helps." There's a darkness around him like Eeyore's cloud. "I'll do anything needed to make you a better Slayer, Faith. Letting you hate me is easy."

"Fuck, Wes, I didn't mean –" she blurts out, reaching for him.

"You broke position," he says coldly. "One demerit."

"When I get to ten, do I like, get a badge?" she snaps.

He scratches at the clipboard with a pen and tosses them both down. "If you get to ten in a week, I'll pin one on you personally," he says. "Given your ability to heal, I'm sure the holes it'll make won't scar."

"You sick bastard," she hisses.

His lips twist in an oddly tender smile. "Would you like to request that I be replaced?"

She shakes her head after the silence has dragged its feet from one minute to the next and he sighs. "I require a verbal answer, Faith, and the next time I have to remind you of that, it will cost you –"

"No!" She moderates her voice. "You're my Watcher, Wes – Wesley. That's the way it is."

And this is where he smiles and hugs her and they kiss, all tentative and sweet.

Technically.

In her dreams.

Getting tossed a vibrator and being told to use it while he watches, eyes glinting as she gapes at him in shock – that's the reality.