Title: Let it snow, let it snow, let it...
Author: FerretGirl
Rating: NC-17.
Spoilers/Setting: Set around S4
Warnings: None really
Disclaimer: Not mine, I'm just borrowing them to play with from time to time.
Summary: 10 different ways Wesley celebrates Christmas - This time with Faith
Notes: A big thanks to my Beta kyriane

Let is snow, let is snow, let it...

"I seriously don't get you." Faith crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"I beg your pardon?" Wesley crossed his arms over his chest as well and glared back just as hard.

"I beg your pardon?" She echoed him, mimicking the tone in his voice, but luckily not the accent. That had gotten her laughed at the last time she tried. And even though it had been funny later, at the time it happened she had not been amused. At all. As usual when it came to 'all things Wesley.' They certainly had a fucked up relation ship.

Finally Slayer and Watcher, as they were supposed to be, yet they had to be the strangest team on the council. After Wesley had turned down the job at Wolfram and Hart, the only one to do so, Rupert Giles had somehow goaded him into returning to the Council. As Faith's watcher.

He was the only one who would be able to handle her, Giles had told him. Which had earned him a half hour laugh attack from Wesley. After the git had calmed down again, Giles had carefully pointed out several reasons as to why he was the only one who would be able to work with Faith. It had nothing to do with the fact that she broke up with Robin or had send any other Watcher screaming for the hills. Not at all.

It had taken Giles two weeks of calling every day to even get close to getting Wesley to waver. It had taken Faith showing up on his doorstop to get him to give in. She had sauntered inside, told him to pack what he needed and get his ass over to New York where they were going to be stationed. Wesley had blinked at her and asked a simple question. "Why?"

"Because," she had shrugged.

Which to Wesley must've made a world of sense. He must've seen something in her eyes, her body language, anything. Because one afternoon of packing later they were both on a plane to New York. Which is where they were currently on patrol in Central Park, having yet another one of their arguments. Neither were surprised that Giles never sent any Slayer trainees to them. Not after they had scared off the last two with their constant bickering and sometimes even physical fights. Or their none too silent bedroom activities.

"You," she said again, pointing a stake in his direction. "I don't get you. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"I know your vocabulary lacks sometimes but if you would care to elaborate, perhaps I could explain," and he did *not* just use his fingers to make air-quotes, "'what the fuck is wrong with me'."

She blinked at him. "That's British for 'what the hell do you mean right?" And the she did a double take. "Did you just say fuck?" A wide smirk spread over her face. Hot damn, her stuck up Watcher, who *never* swore like that had actually just said 'fuck'.

"Yes, that would be *English* for 'whatever do you mean'. And I did not just say...that word...I was merely repeating your foul use of wording." He waved his hand dismissively.

"No, no," She shook her head, sauntering over to her. She thrust her stake into her back pocket and poked a finger at his chest. "Admit it! You just said fuck!"

Rolling his eyes, Wesley rubbed his chest. 'Need I remind you once again of your Slayer powers whilst poking me anywhere? And fine, I said...that word. Happy now?"

"Are you joking? This calls for a fucking parade! Complete with marching band! Go Wes!" She made a rah rah motion, pumping her fist in the air while giving him an amused look.

"Well, when you're done being amused on my account again?' he sighed, obviously getting tired of this particular discussions. "You were about to enlighten me on the 'not getting me part.'"

"Yeah," she nodded, grabbing the stake again and tossing it up. "I don't get you."

"We've already established that part, Faith. The question was, 'why?'" Wesley gave her an exasperated look and sighed. Really, why was it so hard for her to get to the sodding point all the time. And she accused him of being long winded.

"I get the part where we need to save the world from evil yadda yadda," Faith waved her hand with a bored expression. "But why do we have to do it on Christmas Eve as well? I mean, come on watcher boy! Even we deserve a night off!" Not that she cared much for Christmas. Hell, they hadn't even decorated their apartment. But the Christmas cheer and bright lights were getting to her. And dammit, they did deserve some time off. It was a holiday after all.

"Evil does not rest just because it's Christmas, Faith," he started.

She immediately recognized that tone of voice. There was going to be a lecture. Bored already she rolled her eyes and started to move further into the park they were currently checking out. Clenching her hand around the stake she kept her eyes open for any vampires that might be roaming around on Christmas Eve, though thus far they hadn't even seen one. And it was wicked cold to boot. She just looked like some stupid teddy bear in that thick jacket but it beat freezing.

Pulling up the collar of his jacket, Wesley started to follow after as if she was still paying attention to what he was saying. Even though he knew she really wasn't, it was the principle that counted. "In fact," he continued undisturbed, "It is a well known fact that Evil forces thrive on such events as Christmas, All Hallows Eve, Easter..."

"You gotta be shitting me," she interrupted with a low growl.

"I assure you I am not," Wesley shot back and then looked on confused as she dove into the bushes. "Faith?" He immediately took on a fighting stance on his own, body tensing and ready to jump in if help was required.

Faith jabbed her stake to the right, then to the left and watched as two piles of dust crumbled at her feet. "That was wicked boring," she muttered. Striding out of the bushes she stared at Wesley. "Look Watcher mine. There's nothing going on, why don't we..." she blinked up at the sky when suddenly white flakes started to fall down. "Snow!" she thumped Wesley enthusiastically on his chest and smiled broadly.

One would almost think she'd never seen snow in her life, Wesley thought bemused. "Snow? Really? And here I was thinking we were being attacked by some demonic pillow." Wrinkling his nose he looked around as the entire park was covered in a thick layer of snow in no time at all.

"Oh can it, Wes. You seriously need to lighten up." Faith glared at him, but his smirk made her shake her head. She really didn't get him sometimes. Though, she supposed it was the other way around a lot as well.

They walked on for a few more moments, the fresh snow making that familiar crunching sound under their boots. A sound neither of them had heard in a long time. And then there was this odd silence that always seemed to emerge when the world was covered with snow. It made them both a little wistful.

"Snow for Christmas. Fuck! I bet there are people who would die to get that. Aren't we lucky?" she turned around, walking backward and smirked at him, tossing her stake from one hand to the other. Suddenly she remembered something from her childhood. It was silly, but hell, she was in a silly mood. She dropped to the floor on her back and started to flail her arms and legs.

"Faith?" Alarmed, Wesley picked up the pace, nearly running over to her. "Are you alright? Are you wounded? What's wrong?" When she started to laugh and jumped up to look at her handy work he was more confused then ever. Carefully he walked over to her and touched her shoulder with a concerned look on his face. "Faith?"

"Look!" She pointed at the snow, and then glanced over at Wesley. "Jesus Wes, lighten up will you? It's a snow angel." Rolling her eyes in a way especially reserved for him Faith shook her head.

"What?" Wesley blinked at her even more confused now. "Snow angel? What in the blazes are you on about? I thought you were ill at the very least. Or worse wounded. You just fell to the ground and..." He let out a very un-manly shriek when suddenly cold snow was pushed down the back of his shirt. "Goddammit! You bitch!"

"Chill," Faith let out a laugh at her own joke. "Look," she pointed at the snow on the ground again. "Snow....angel," she said deliberately slow as if she were talking to a five year old. Which was ridiculous considering she was talking to Wesley. But when it came to certain things in life, he really was five in her book. "You should make one too."

"I beg your pardon?" Wesley looked at her aghast. He glanced to the snow covered ground and tilted his head. It did indeed look like an angel. A crude one, but an angel non the less. "I refuse to drop to the cold snow, flail my arms and legs around just to amuse you," he grumbled.

"Chicken-ass," Faith snickered. Putting her hands on her hips, she gave him a raised eyebrow for once. "God Wes, you really are afraid to let loose aren't you? And I *know * you don't really have a stick up your ass. I checked remember?"

"Vividly," Wesley retorted. Letting out a deep sigh that seemed to come from out of his toes, he glanced back at the snow angel again. "Fine, if it'll stop you from whining about it." Sighing again he lowered himself onto the snow, yelping a bit when he sat down on the cold ground. "Bloody hell that's freezing..." Before he could go any further though, he suddenly found himself flying backward with a Slayer on top of him. "What are you doing, Faith?"

"I'm helping you out," she replied innocently. "You obviously have no idea how to make a snow angel, *and* I wouldn't want my Watcher to catch a cold. So I thought I'd warm you up a little." She rubbed her lower body over his suggestively with her patented smirk on her face.

Letting out a groan, Wesley blinked at her. "So I see," he said dryly. "But since I'm the one lying in the snow, I fail to see how you're going to get me warm." And he cursed himself for saying that, because he knew, *knew* what she would do then and there if he *hadn't* put it that way.

"Oh I think I know a few ways," she purred, practically slithering over his body. The sound of a zipper being lowered sounded extra loud in the snow covered park.

"Christ! That's cold!" The fingers wrapping around his cock however were very, very hot on the other hand. And they were doing things to said cock that soon made Wesley forget that he was in the middle of a park, on Christmas Eve, lying on his back in the snow. Somehow he didn't think this was how snow angels were made.

"I'll have you warm in no time at all." Faith moved her hand up and down his velvet shaft at a slow pace, feeling it growing hard under her touch. Leaning forward, she blew some hot hair over it, giggling at the cloud her breath made. "Damn, I'm smoken'," she joked. "I'm so hot."

Well, Wesley couldn't disagree there. At least, not right now. Not when Faith's hands were dipping lower and cupped his balls. She rolled them around in her hand, while that very hot mouth suddenly enveloped his cock. Groaning, he arched up from the snow, tangling one hand in her hair.

Wrapping her lips around Wesley's shaft, Faith grinned. She loved the sounds she was able to get out of him. She loved the fact that they were in the middle of the park, in the snow, in *public* and he wasn't pushing her away. She loved the way she was able to test his limits, drag him over the edge of them. Faith swirled her tongue around the head, dipping it into the little slit, lapping at the pre-come already pooling there. Her hand curled around the base of Wesley's cock and started to stroke it with slow, expert moves.

Fighting not to buck his hips up, Wesley forgot all about were they were, or that his arse was starting to freeze. Faith's lips and hands were tugging, licking and squeezing just right. His moans echoed through the white park when Faith slid her mouth all the way down and swallowed around his throbbing shaft.

Faith could feel the heat between her own legs starting to build. In fact, if she had a real slay workout she's been on him already. Right now, she was enjoying this too. And he did taste great. Moving her head back up, she dragged her teeth over hot flesh while the fire inside of her started to flare, leaking wetly through her jeans.

Letting out a soft cry when he felt those teeth drag over his cock, Wesley dug his shoulders into the snow to keep him from thrusting his hips up into that welcoming mouth. He felt Faith's tongue swirl around the head of his erection again, her lips pulling the foreskin away to lap at the pre-come again. "Faith...' he moaned, tugging on her hair. He could feel his balls starting to tingle and draw up when she sucked them into her mouth on turn.

Stroking Wesley's hard erection, Faith nibbled and sucked on one of his sac's, pressing her fingers against the soft, delicate skin behind it. She could feel his balls starting to tighten as she sucked on in her mouth. Grinning she pulled back, her grin growing into a smirk at Wesley's disappointed whimper.

Quickly she pulled out her pants and jacket, put them on either side of him and straddled his waist again. Reaching behind her, she grabbed hold of his cock, hovered over his body for a minute before she slowly lowered herself onto him, her wet heat engulfing his shaft. Throwing her head back she moaned at the feeling of his throbbing cock filling her, her arousal pulsing between her legs.

"Bloody hell!" Wesley's hand flew to her hips, making her yelp when cold skin met hot flesh. Arching up, Wesley heard the snow crunch under his back, felt it melt and seep into his jacket, and shirt. But he didn't really feel the cold, since his attention was currently on his slayer, straddling him and surrounding his shaft, clenching around him . Pulling up his legs, he started to thrust into her while she rocked her hips back and forth at a fast pace.

Leaning forward, Faith put her hands on his chest and moaned as his cock bumped against that hot spot inside of her. She slid her hands up and down his chest, pinching nipples while she pushed back and forth, clenching hard around his cock. Glancing down she watched his hand disappear between her legs and his fingers started to rub over her clit at the same hard pace she was using as she rode him. "Harder," she hissed, breath coming out of her mouth in small clouds.

Wesley was breathing hard, it froze when it escaped his mouth in short pants. He planted both feet on the floor and thrust into her harder. He pinched her pleasure spot hard and watched as she arched her back. His other hand reaching up to cup her breast through the cloth of her shirt, tweaking her nipple before massaging it. His balls were already unbearably tight, drawn up almost all the way, Wesley knew he wasn't going to last long. Sliding a hand behind her neck he yanked her down hard, pressing his lips over hers.

Moaning into Wesley's mouth, Faith thrust her tongue inside while she pounded onto him. She swiped trough his mouth, sharing the taste of his own come. Tangling her hands in his hair she slammed down his head, kissing him brutally, nibbling on his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood. She moved her hips all the way up, rotated them and used her slayers muscles to clench hard around the head of his cock.

"Christ!" Wrenching his mouth away, Wesley gasped for air, while his violent thrusts stuttered. A rush went through him as he spilled his release inside of her. He could feel her wetness dripping between her legs as she neared her own peek. He rubbed his fingers over her clit hard and fast, while he kept moving his shaft over her hot spot, milking his own orgasm.

Faith smirked as she watched Wesley climax. By now she was breathing hard herself, this was as good a work out as any. Only a lot more fun. She sat up again, cupping her own breasts as she slammed down on him. His hand between her legs did magic work as she squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts between her hand. She smiled down at Wesley as she watched her with a heated look in his eyes. Then she could feel the fire in her belly reach its peek and the world turned to nothing but white noise. She screamed out his name, the sound echoing in the park while the snow kept falling down silently.

Wrapping his arms around her as she slumped forward onto him, Wesley pushed her hair out of her face and kissed her temple. "I'm not sure," he mused. "But somehow I have serious doubts that this is how snow angels are made." Her laughter made him smile softly and then moan as she clenched around his soft cock.

"Wicked cool," she muttered. "Fuck Wes, you do know you just screwed me in a public park yeah? In the snow, on Christmas eve?" The thought boggled her mind. Not to mention that her sweat slicked body was starting to cool off rapidly in said snow.

"Apparently," he said in that dry tone. "But technically, you shagged me. I think I got My Christmas present a little early, my dear." He paused for a moment, shifting his body and made a face. "I don't know about you but I'm getting cold. How about we call it a night and head home."

"Wes?"

"Hmm?"

"We gonna get some hot chocolate when we get home?"

"If you want."

"And Christmas cookies?"

"Sure."

"Marshmallows?"

"Don't push it, Faith."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Wench."

"Merry Christmas."

"Quite."

End