Title: Make It Difficult
Author: AngelChase
Rating: R
Spoilers/Setting: AtS season 4
Summary: It's been so long that even Wesley will do.

Make It Difficult

She leaves the bathroom only wrapped in a white towel and I wonder if she doesn't like the clothes. They're Cordelia's and perhaps a bit too girly for her. With everything that's going on, we don't have time to shop, but if the situation had been different we wouldn't have gone shopping either. At least, not me.

Perhaps Cordelia would have offered, because shopping is shopping, even if it's shopping for Faith. And perhaps Fred would have tagged along and they would have spent a girls' day out. But Fred is too busy juggling many things that seemed about to break down, and Cordelia hasn't been herself since she recovered her memory.

Faith, in the meantime, is still standing in front of me, looking at me as if she was waiting for me to come out of my thoughts.

"Clothes not good enough?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Does the towel make you uncomfortable?" She teases me and I realize she probably thinks that her state of undress is distracting me.

"Not at all. Is there anything you need?" Distance. That does the trick. It's not easy for me to face Faith after everything that's happened. She tried to kill me, and even though I've learned a lot about mistakes and regrets, I can't let go of that fact as easily as I would like to.

"Yeah…" She's hesitant, and Faith never hesitates. "I need a favor."

"I won't get you drugs." It's a warning, and probably a pointless one, since I doubt that's what she has in mind.

"Fuck you, Wesley" She's offended; she's pissed off. I thought she'd be, but I needed to know if she would react that way. I need to test her, even though I know -deep down- that I can trust her. But I want to make it difficult for her, because it wasn't easy for me.

"Ok, no drugs. What is it then?" The question comes out casual, but once it's out there I realize what she's going to ask and I'm not sure I can comply.

"Touch me." You'd think she'd beg, but that's not Faith-like. It sounds like an order and I'm pretty determined to follow it at first. I followed too many instructions and old habits die hard. But I won't. I can't. Not now, not her. It doesn't matter how good her skin looks or how much I want to lick the drops of water that are falling from her damp hair and onto the curve of her breasts.

"Come on, Wes. It's been so long that even you will do" There she goes, getting back at me. Or at least trying to. I am more than capable of complying and let her know that I'm not a consolation prize. I can tell I'd be much more than that by the way my cock twitches when she lets the towel drop to the floor to reinforce her idea. She's beautiful, which is rather annoying because it makes it harder to resist her.

"What are friends for, eh?" She tries to tempt me, running her hands along the sides of her hips and across her belly. She's quite good at it.

"Not for fucking each other senseless." I want to sound strong, but I'm weaker once the words are spoken.

"Senseless is optional, then." With one of her hands, she takes one of mine. With the other she caresses her right breast and teases her nipple until it's perky, red and within my reach. "Touch me." This time, she begs.

I made it difficult for her. Now I can't deny her the favor.

THE END