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Note: This part is partially NC-17. I have marked it off with stars, so that
whoever is offended by graphic material can skip past it but still read the
important section of this part.


“Cordelia, have you seen Faith?” Angel asked the next day as the brunette was
getting ready to leave for a dinner date.

She shook her head. “Not since Lindsey left. I think she’s upstairs in her
room. They must have had a fight ‘cause Lindsey didn’t look too happy when he
left. She might be nursing her pride in private.”

Angel nodded. Cordelia left and he headed upstairs, debating whether he
should leave her alone or try to talk to her. He hadn’t gotten the
opportunity yesterday, like he wanted to, since she’d left with Lindsey and
not come back until he was in bed. He heard a noise as he passed his room and
he paused. The door wasn’t completely latched, so he nudged it to where it
opened a crack. His eyes widened when he saw something he didn’t know whether
to classify as horrifying or captivating.

*****

Lindsey and Faith were on his bed, Lindsey on his back, Faith straddling him.
Her head was thrown back, her long dark hair cascading down her back in a
riotous mass of curls, her eyes closed in ecstasy. One hand played with the
puckered nipple on her left breast and the other was interlocked with one of
Lindsey’s, holding on to him as she rocked back and forth on him.

Angel’s gaze traveled further south, mesmerized by the sight in front of him.
He watched Faith rise up, Lindsey’s long, thick cock appearing for an instant
before she thrust back down on him. Angel couldn’t take his eyes off them as
they continued thrusting, her movements frenzied as he pumped his hips up into
her. The look on Lindsey’s face was blissful as he held onto her hip with the
hand that wasn’t entwined with hers.

Angel’s eyes glazed over as he smelled the signs of Faith’s arousal, getting
stronger as she approached her orgasm. He could hear her stifled whimpers as
she rode Lindsey harder, rubbing her clit on his cock with each downward
thrust. She bit out a long, drawn-out moan as she came, shuddering over
Lindsey. Lindsey’s breathing got quicker as he felt Faith spill herself
around him, and he arched up, driving hard into her one last time, before he
exploded inside her.

Angel watched with wide eyes as Faith grinned mischievously at Lindsey,
sliding down his body until she was between his legs, lowering her mouth to
his softening cock, teasing it with her tongue, stroking the base with her
fingers, until it hardened again. Lindsey groaned quietly.

“Faith,” he rasped out. “You have to stop this!”

Faith giggled. “You weren’t complaining when I screwed your brains out,” she
teased him before wrapping her lips around his stiff shaft.

Lindsey gasped as her warm tongue began to massage the underside of his
sensitive cock. Thinking was difficult, let alone speaking, but with effort,
he put words to tongue. “Faith, honey, Angel’s gonna come upstairs sometime
soon. It was risky enough having a quickie in his room, but I didn’t mind
indulging your fantasy. But if we don’t get out, he’s going to see us.”

Faith smiled around him. “Maybe I want him to see us,” she mumbled.

“You can’t mean that!” Lindsey sputtered, trying not to laugh. Faith was
outrageous.

Faith didn’t respond. Instead, she tightened her mouth around Lindsey’s cock,
sucking hard on the length before concentrating the pressure on the tip. She
reached up to cup his balls, rolling them around in her palm and squeezing
them gently, causing Lindsey to groan before he could arrest the noise. Faith
increased her efforts, stroking, squeezing, and sucking harder and faster.

Angel continued to watch, even as he saw the imperceptible tightening of
Lindsey’s body. He saw Lindsey arch up helplessly as he unloaded wave after
wave of cum into Faith’s mouth. Angel kept his eyes trained on Faith as he
saw her swallow rapidly.

*****

When Lindsey was spent, he tried weakly to rise, but Faith wouldn’t let him.
“Faith, we have to get out of here,” he hissed.

She sat on his chest. “Nope,” she insisted.

Lindsey rolled her over so that she was on her side, next to him. “Faith,
Angel will kill us if he finds us here. I’m on unsteady ground as it is. I
may not particularly care if he’s fond of me or not, but I really don’t want
him killing me.”

Faith sighed and threw her arm around Lindsey’s waist. “Lin, you worry too
much. Angel won’t be anywhere near his room for hours. He’s a creature of
the night, remember? He’s probably out patrolling the streets right about
now. Don’t worry about it.”

Lindsey wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. “I can’t
help it, honey. I don’t want anything to come between us.”

Faith was silent for a moment as she pressed her cheek against his chest.
“Nothing can come between us, Lindsey,” she said softly. “I won’t let
it. I love you.” She held her breath as she gazed up at him fearfully. Had
she gone too far?

Lindsey couldn’t breathe. He surely hadn’t heard her right. Faith didn’t
believe in love.

Angel was shocked. He never thought Faith would admit to having such strong
feelings. Not without a long battle.

Faith started to pull away when it became obvious that Lindsey wasn’t going to
answer her. Lindsey tightened his grip on her. “Let go, Lin,” she mumbled,
fighting, ineffectually, to put some space between them.

“Did you mean it?” he asked her.

She looked at him. “Do you really think those are the kind of words I take
lightly?” she bit out.

Lindsey shook his head. “I know you wouldn’t say them if you didn’t mean
them. I just didn’t think you would ever mean them.”

Faith stopped struggling. “I mean them,” she promised quietly. “You did
something for me, Lin, that I never thought someone would be able to do. You
brought the resurrection of hope.”

Lindsey smiled. “Hope for what?” he asked.

“Hope for love. That I could be loved, that I’m capable of loving.”

Lindsey held her tight. “You’re all that and more, Faith. You don’t have any
idea how scared I was to tell you that I loved you. I thought if I told you
how I felt, that would be the end of it, that you’d get scared and run.”

Faith snuggled against him. “I could never run from you, Lin. Not when it’s
only when I’m running <B>to</B> you that I feel like I’m coming home.”

Angel smiled, backing off and easing the door slowly and quietly shut. If
that’s what came of it, he was more than happy that they used his bed.

Although he really needed to figure out how to get rid of the tent in
his pants before anyone showed up.

Part 6