Title: Beads
Author: hold_that_thought
Rated: NC-17
Spoilers/Setting: Vaguely through Angel Season 4, but this is pretty plot-light with no real timeline.
Disclaimer: The characters used within are the property of Mutant Enemy, Twentieth Century Fox, and of course Joss Whedon. It's their sandbox, I'm just playing in it.
Pairing: Wesley/Lilah/Faith
Summary: An ex-Watcher, a lawyer, and a Slayer try to relax at Mardi Gras. They mostly succeed.
Notes: Thank you to Nautibitz for being my master...beta. Thanks to Fox1013 for totally egging me on and being an innocent and cute cheerleader. To little_bit for also egging, and possibly whipping. And to the others, the few, the proud, the Wesfaithlah supporters; Fenwic and Daasmonkeygirl. Five 'shippers down, the rest of the fandom to go.... (Completed 5/11/03)
Archive: More than likely okay, but please ask first
Feedback: Totally welcome (APostModernSleaz@aol.com)

Beads

Bourbon Street was thick with bodies twisting around to the lilting jazz, a tacitly sanctioned orgy every February. Faith balanced on a hotel’s railing, kicking her legs in time to the music. She’d become so entranced by the flashes of color and nearly-naked bodies dancing around that she didn’t even notice how enthusiastic her kicking had become until her foot connected with something.

"Hey!"

"Oops, sorry Lilah." Faith grinned. "Can’t help it. Mardi Gras is fucking hot."

"Is that literal or figurative?" Lilah drew her finger over Faith’s dewy collarbone. "I thought it wasn’t supposed to go over 70 degrees this time of year."

"Mm, both." Pulling off her overshirt caused her tank top to ride up and give a free show to the crowd. A beefy blonde fratboy leered and threw Faith a rope of beads. She caught it and happily draped it around her neck. "Man, I love this place. I get presents for doin’ what I do normally - there is no bad there. Why didn’t I come here before?"

Lilah arched an eyebrow. "Because you weren’t fucking a lawyer who had access to the corporate jet before?"

"Good point." Faith raked her fingers through Lilah’s hair and pulled her in for a kiss, gently tugging at her bottom lip.

Lilah startled when she felt something cold and wet moving up her spine.

"You know I hate to interrupt," Wesley drawled, taking the Corona off Lilah’s back and handing it to Faith.

She pulled the cap off and tongued the neck of the bottle. "Took you long enough."

"Well, it is a little crowded."

"Nothing for me?" Lilah teased.

"I’m not enough?" Off her deadpan stare, he smiled. "Yes, I found a wine cooler for you. The bars are all out of vodka."

"Good boy." She glanced at Wesley’s empty hands and cocked her head. "You didn’t get anything for yourself?"

"Yeah, come on Wes, you’re way more fun drunk," Faith said.

"Oh, I did." Wesley reached into his pocket and held up some strands of vibrant beats. "Who wants to earn more necklaces?"

Faith hopped off the railing and looped her arm with Wesley’s. He held his other arm out to Lilah, and they started to pick their way through the pulsating crowd, heading for the hotel.

***

The door was barely closed before Lilah was backing Faith towards the bed. Wesley grabbed the bottle of tequila off the dresser and wordlessly tossed it to Lilah before picking up the camcorder and hitting record.

"Watch the worm," Faith groused.

Lilah glanced at Wesley. "She kills demons...but the tequila worm is icky?"

Faith rolled her eyes and peeled off her top before shimmying up the bed and stretching across it while Lilah pushed her own pants off and climbed onto the bed.. Straddling her, Lilah ran her right hand up Faith’s thigh, past her hip, finally grazing over her nipple. Then, with her free hand she poured the tequila right between Faith’s breasts, bending over to lap at the alcohol where it had pooled in her navel. Faith moaned and arched her back, grinding into Lilah, who stopped her licking to shoot Wesley a wicked look.

"Well?" She wiggled her ass at him. "How was that?"

"Um," Wesley swallowed, "that was...yes, I’d say that deserves a necklace."

"You can take the man out of spazville, but you can’t take the spaz out of the man," Faith said to Lilah. Then she fixed her gaze on Wesley. "Well? You’re not a Watcher anymore, Wes. Get with the program."

Her words snapped him out of his libido-drenched haze. Wesley set the camera down on the dresser and sauntered over to the bed. Whap! He cracked the beaded necklaces across Lilah’s ass, then gently caressed the crimson spots that appeared on her creamy skin.

"Nuh uh," Lilah giggled, "that’s not how we do it, Wes."

She turned around, started unbuttoning Wesley's shirt while Faith sat up and deftly pulled off his leather belt, handed it to Lilah and pushed his pants and boxers to the ground. When he was stripped, Faith pulled Wesley onto the bed then stood up. Climbing atop Wesley, Lilah laid the belt across his chest and slid it up over his neck, face, up his arms until she reached his wrists.

"The one thing you have to understand about Wesley," Lilah said for both Faith’s and his benefit, "Is that he's got a bit of a martyr complex. Likes to get punished." She carefully bound his wrists together with the belt before attaching it to the wrought-iron headboard.

"Tell me something I don’t know. You shoulda seen the woody he popped when I was threatening to light him on fire a few years ago."

Wesley shook his head. "Ah, yes, the one thing conveniently missing from every man’s fantasy about two women is the part where they team up to berate him."

"Sorry, I forget how you hate to be...teased." Lilah pulled her shirt over her head then lowered herself onto him, bending over to let her hair brush against his chest. Rocking back and forth and enjoying how easily she could get his eyes to glaze over. When his breath started to come in shorter pants and he arched himself into her, Lilah abruptly pushed herself off him.

"Ungh. Not fair," Wesley murmured.

Lilah ignored him and motioned over Faith, who’d been standing by, idly dipping her fingers in and out of her panties while watching the show. As soon as Faith was in arm’s reach, Lilah dragged her onto the bed and kissed her roughly on the mouth, running her tongue over the Slayer’s lips and tasting the tequila, Corona, and cigarettes, essence of Faith. Guiding Lilah onto her back, Faith kissed, licked, and bit a trail down Lilah’s face, neck, collarbone, breasts, finally taking one of her nipples into her mouth and tugging. Lilah smiled and grabbed Faith’s shoulders as she moved lower still, past her tummy and waist. Faith parted Lilah’s curls and dipped her tongue in, swirling and sucking, out-moaning Lilah when she felt perfect crimson talons digging into her back.

"Fuck, you’re good," Lilah panted, then used her remaining strength to turn her head and smile at Wesley. "She really is, you know."

"Tease."

"Isn’t that the point?" If Wesley replied, Lilah didn’t hear it. The only thing she heard was her blood rushing through hear ears, her own scream as she came, and through it all, the dull cacophony of Mardi Gras raging outside.

Faith left Lilah to come back to her senses and slithered up and over to Wesley, kissing him on the mouth and letting him taste Lilah.

"Poor Wes," she said, climbing on top of him, "you look ‘bout ready to...pop." Faith punctuated the last word by grinding her hips into his.

Wesley moaned, then rattled his belt against the headboard. "You know, I might be able to do more for you if my hands were unbound."

Taking him into her, she threw back her head and laughed. "Please. I was the expert on getting myself off even before jail."

Faith slid herself up and down Wesley’s cock, dug her nails into his side as she kept up an insistent rhythm. Wesley’s hips bucked and rose to meet her as he emitted a groan that soon turned into a low growl. Harder, faster, grinding into him, grinding him into the mattress, grabbing her own head and rubbing her hands down over her tequila-and-sweat-soaked breasts and stomach and finally down to where her body junctioned with Wesley, teasing herself as she rode him, getting closer....

"Let me." Faith hadn’t noticed Lilah had started moving again until she was pushing Faith’s hands away, lightly brushing her fingertip across Faith’s clit and taking one of her nipples into her mouth, biting gently.

Lilah swirled her tongue around the nipple, felt it harden under her touch as Faith rammed harder on Wesley, grabbing Lilah’s hair and pulling her closer.

"Oh, fuck!" Faith screamed as she came, shuddering and grabbing onto Lilah as they both fell on top of Wesley, who’d never been much of a screamer, just moaned, pulled out, and came on Faith’s thigh.

Wesley wrapped one arm around Faith, who snuggled against him, and another around Lilah, who nipped at his neck and kissed him on the mouth before laying her head on his chest. When her two companions’ breathing dragged out to slow, restful sighs, Lilah carefully disentangled herself from under Wesley’s arm and Faith’s leg—which had been flung over them both—and stood up. Picking up her silk kimono from where she’d dropped it the day before and wrapping it around herself, she walked to the dresser to turn off the video camera, then walked over to the window and looked out over Bourbon Street, over the revelers and musicians and general insanity. Then she looked back towards the bed and smiled. Wesley had better pick up some more beads tomorrow.