Hiatus Challenge: Fic #8

[telaryn]

Title: Backhanded Compliment
Author: telaryn
Word Count: 650
Fandom: AtS
Characters: Faith/Lindsey
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex (m/f)
Disclaimer: No ownership implied, no profit obtained.
Summary: Set during S1 Angel (5 x 5 to be precise). Lindsey and Faith spend a night together.
Author's Note: Written for angst_bingo's Hiatus Challenge, for the prompts "superpowers", "waking up in bed alone", "indecent proposal", and "emotional abuse".


He’d been kind to her – she hadn’t expected that. From the moment he’d first proposed the hotel room, she’d figured it would be one of a half-dozen different possible scenarios – all designed to mask the fact that the buttoned up corporate attorney wanted a chance to indulge a few secret kinks. But he’d been gentle and slow as he thumbed open the button at her waist, drew down her zipper, and peeled the black leather over her hips and down her legs.

Music from the stereo filled the silence between them as he skimmed his palms up her legs – hooking fingers in her panties and sliding them down until they pooled around her ankles. Faith exhaled softly, trying to quiet the nervous twisting of her stomach and follow the rhythm he wanted to set.

Ropes…cuffs…beatings…”slut”…”whore”…”trash”… Her Slayer abilities meant that she could take whatever her partner felt like dishing out – and somewhere along the way she’d fallen into the trap of believing that meant she was only good for what the neighborhood used to call “rough trade”.

Kneeling in front of her now, he gripped first one ankle then the other in turn – stepping her free of her clothes, then gently urging her legs apart. Faith didn’t resist, trying to rationalize what was happening as just a different kind of kink. He was her employer after all, at least for the length of this job – maybe that was it. He’s just fucking with your head, making you think you’ve got a choice here.

Still, when his hands cupped the curve of her ass, and he leaned in to run his tongue across her clit, Faith moaned softly – her hands tightening reflexively on the back of his head. Seemingly encouraged by her response, he began to lick and suck the sensitive flesh between her legs in earnest. Warmth and heat filled her body, radiating out to the limits of her awareness, and before long she was shuddering and gasping; his hands holding her steady as she came hard against his tongue.

She was still trembling with aftershocks when he pushed to his feet and picked her up in his arms – carrying her to the bed. Faith kept waiting for him to say something, but his touch stayed gentle as he stripped her out of the rest of her clothes. Once she was naked, he stepped back and started unfastening his belt.

Impulsively, Faith reached up and moved his hands aside. He tensed for a moment, then relaxed and let her take over the job of getting him out of his clothes. It was worth the effort – he was paler than she normally responded to, but his body was lean and well-muscled under the three thousand dollar suit.

He took charge again as soon as the last of his clothes fluttered to the carpet; pressing forward until she was flat on her back on the bed. He stretched out beside her, his hands roaming across every inch of her exposed skin he could reach – always gentle, teasing out her reactions instead of demanding them. And Faith, still waiting for his true colors to be revealed, was soon writhing against him, quietly begging him to fuck her.

It was only once she was straddling his hips, his hard cock thrusting up into her, that she realized he’d never once looked her in the eyes since bringing her into the room. He was treating her better than she believed she had a right to expect from anybody, and she had no complaints with his skill as a lover…

…but all the orgasms in the world couldn’t disguise the fact that he wasn’t fucking her. Which meant that even though there was no money on the empty pillow when she woke up alone the next morning, Mr. Lindsey McDonald, Attorney at Law, had seen her the same way they all did in the end.

Slut…whore…trash…

Comments

[whiskyinmind.livejournal.com]

*ouch!*

I'm a long term Faith/Lindsey fan (as you know!) and this is just... ouch!

It's interesting that you took the prompts and reversed what the majority of fandom does to these two at that stage in the arc (including me!) of making Faith the instigator and Lindsey the kinda-unwilling participant. I think that's what makes this so raw - Paith looking for *something* and thinking for a brief moment she's found it through his kindness, but then the realisation that he's just the same as all the others screwing her up majorly.

*hugs you*

I love this. The only thing is, it should be longer. :)

[telaryn.livejournal.com]

:) They all should be. *g*

I'd always worked Lindsey as being genuinely terrified of Faith after her assault on his colleague. When I started brainstorming this scenario I saw it as a way for Lindsey to use his power and money (the two things he most believes in) to regain control over the situation.