Title: The Edge
Author: AngelChase
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers/Setting: Five by Five and season 4.
Disclaimer: Mistakes are all mine!!! Faith and Wes are Joss' too. And he fucked that up as well.
Summary: One of Wes's kinks is revealed...
Notes: Inspired by an icon called foreplay. Smut with substance? I wish!

The Edge

Once upon a time, it would have been enough to trigger never ending guilt and apologies from her part, but given his explanation, she had to take it as it was: Wesley's best kept secret kink.

But -even though she didn't want to read more into it- it also was a signal of how much he trusted her. His request was simple. He wanted her to play with a knife. Wesley wanted to feel the cold touch of the blade against his burning flesh, while she threatened to give him the most painful experience of his life.

There was only one thing Faith could do about it, and that was submit to his wishes. After all, it was only fair: two days ago he had agreed to punish her for smashing the tiles of his shower (even though said incident was well forgotten and the tiles had been replaced three months ago).

There was one thing she was glad about: even though they were keeping their 'relationship' a secret following Wesley's suggestion (no one knew Faith was back in Los Angeles), she was comforted by the fact that they fantasies involved references to their private history.

"Don't think about it," Wesley's voice brought her back to reality.

"I wasn't tripping over guilt," she told him as she picked the knife he was offering. Taking a good look at it, she smiled: "This is more than I could ever afford."

"Courtesy of Wolfram & Hart. You can keep it if you want," he told her as he sat stripped of his shirt and sat on a nearby chair.

"If you want, you mean..." She told him as she shook his head and pointed towards the bed. "Go there"

"It was a chair," he specified. He wasn't strict about reenacting the scene just like it had happened, but there were certain details he wanted to keep.

"I would have tied you to the bed even then if I hadn't been a bit out of my mind," she whispered into his ear with that low, wicked tone that fascinated him. She thought he'd protest again, but instead he diligently walked to the bed, getting rid of his jeans too before lying on his back.

"Eager, aren't we?" She followed him and straddled his hips before he could even nod. "Now let's just make sure you're not going to try to get out of this," she said as she took both of his wrists and cuffed him to the headboard of the bed.

"I wasn't planning to," he raised an eyebrow at her as he noticed her satisfaction after having him bound.

Then it finally happened. She picked the knife from the night stand and examined it again. Her eyes shone as the light flickered in the blade. Wesley became tense with anticipation, but Faith wondered if -deep down- he had any doubts about the change in her.

He saw the cloud that covered her eyes and hid her playful smile. "Don't," he warned her and she knew what he was talking it about. "I trust you," he told her and it was all she needed to hear. With the mischievous grin back on her face, she pressed the cold blade against his left cheek.

"There are things I want to know, Wesley," she began. "What makes you watchers think you have any rights over us slayers?" She questioned him with a hard tone. The knife traveled down his neck, the tip scratching his skin just enough to sting every now and then, but not enough to draw blood.

"We don't," he replied, chocking on his words, not wanting the blade to go any deeper.

"Don't lie to me, Wesley," she spoke louder and the blade moved lower. It's side was pressed against his chest, the point aiming at the base of the throat and her crotch directly above his, one of her legs at each side of his body.

"Wouldn't you like to own us? Sick bastards, with your arrogance and imported accents. Old men wanting to possess young and healthy girls in the prime of their lives". The edge of the knife was trailing the path to his lower abdomen now. Faith crouched herself over him, her mouth only a few inches away from his. "Is that what you want? To have me?" She was relying on one of her hands for support, trying not to let her upper body come in contact with his. She dropped the knife over his stomach and sneaked that hand between their bodies, finding the erection that was begging for release by then. "I think you do," she smiled at him before licking his lips and his chin.

She moved away from him, sitting up, still straddling him and this time letting her body sink into his, feeling him through the cotton boxers and her jeans.

"Tell me what you want, Wes," she ordered with a sultry tone. She picked up the forgotten knife and pressed it against his left nipple.

"I want to see you," he replied. His voice was barely audible and Faith knew he was beginning to dread the moment he uttered this torture idea. "Please," he added, knowing that she would only accept if asked politely.

"Very good, Wes," she showed him her approval by removing her shirt slowly, letting him suffer through the skin of her stomach until he was finally rewarded with the sight of her breasts. She knew he was a breast type of guy (although no one could have figured that out if they had only taken his infatuation with Fred as an example).

"What now, Wes?" She leaned forward, letting her nipples caress his chest slightly before giving him a bruising kiss.

"The jeans, the pants," he groaned into her mouth. "Please, let me taste you." It was a request Faith couldn't deny, since she was well worked up by then. Standing on the bed by his side, she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down, taking them off but keeping her panties on. She sneaked one hand inside them and pushed her index finger inside her, sighing with pleasure and never taking her eyes away from Wesley's. She pulled out the hand, displaying the glistening finger before licking it slowly.

"Yes, Wes. So ready for you to taste," she said as she removed the last piece of clothing and walked closer to his face. She lowered herself, gripping the headboard for support as she sunk her body into his face; his tongue was already out to meet her.

He tasted her, running his tongue along her lips before pressing his mouth against them and burying his tongue inside her, drinking her essence like a man who has found water after a long journey in the desert.

He fucked her with his tongue, showing her it could sharp like that knife she was using before and that now lay forgotten on the bed.

She wanted him to touch her, to fill her completely and as much as she loved his ministrations, she realized this was torturing her. Faith stood up without warning, leaving Wesley looking like a child who was neglected his dessert.

"As much as I appreciate it," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I think this was about torturing you." She moved back to the middle of the bed, kneeling beside him and picking back the knife. "It seems, Wes, that you're over dressed now," she added, pointing the knife at his boxers.

She ran the blade along their waist and over his erection before pulling them up by the elastic and burying the knife, making sure it never got close to his skin. Then she slid the sharp edge along the opening, cutting an opening and freeing him from the cotton prison.

"So ready to play," she said as she pressed the cold blade against the base of his cock.

"Please," Wesley begged. He needed her, but he also knew that she liked it when he begged. It was the last step of the game, the last bit of foreplay. After that they’d give each other release. "Enough now," he told her and she dropped the knife on the floor, crawled up the lenght of his body and kissed him while trying to remove the cuffs, but without really focusing on the second task.

But once his hands were free, she was thankful for the burning he inflicted on her skin with his caresses. Then she rode him and then he flipped them over and entered her until she was nearly blending with the mattress.

Later, when the sounds from the street had died and they laid spent over sweat soaked sheets, he asked her: "How do you feel about playing with fire?"

THE END