Title: Under the Tree
Author: viciouswishes
Rating: PG13
Spoilers/Setting: Post-“Chosen.”
Pairing(s): Faith/Wesley.
Summary: Wesley and Faith celebrate Christmas
Notes: For chantal87. Her request: Faith, Wesley, and Christmas/Yule.

Under The Tree

They laid under the Christmas tree that she insisted on buying for their little apartment in Cleveland. She leaned in and kissed him roughly. Most days, she still couldn’t believe that he came with her, left Angel and Wolfram & Hart to play Watcher with her.

When he built her a fire in their woodstove, she laughed; amazed that he could do such a thing, remembering a man who didn’t have a speck of dirt under his fingernails. The warmth from the stove crackled against her skin. “Cold hands,” she shrieked as he ran them underneath her sweater.

“And here I thought Slayers had some preternatural resistance to the cold.” He continued to touch her stomach.

She moved against the coldness, but started to relax as his hands warmed against her skin. “You’re such a bastard, Wes.”

He frowned at her. “Such a rich comeback, Faith.” His finger unhooked her bra and pushed it up.

Last time, she’d called Wesley a bastard, he’d left for hours. Must be the Christmas spirit. She rolled them over, pinning him to the ground. “Might not like the cold, but I’m still stronger than you.”

“Strength doesn’t always mean you’ll win.” Wesley began to tickle her.

She hated being tickled and started to laugh. “Fuck you,” she giggled. “Stop.” Her legs scissor kicked toward the floor, not hurting him but probably upsetting those below them.

“Make me.” His voice was low, challenging her.

“That a promise, Wes.” She panted, regaining her lost breath. Reaching down, her hand cupped his erection. “Because I think it is.”