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Thank Goodness for Angels
A/N: I don't own them (though I wish I did) they belong to Troy Duffy...Yadda yadda yadda...
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Faith
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. She slowly regained consciousness, but forced herself to remain still with her eyes closed as all of the things that had happened ran through her mind. Was it all a dream, she wondered, please, God, let it not have been a dream. Faith let her other senses go, trying to figure out where she was. Her feet and arms were not bound; there was no hard chair under her backside, though her left shoulder still hurt like a bitch. She delicately smelled the air; there were no traces of rich tomato or cream sauces, only the smell of a well-worn room. Her ears perked as she heard voices, men’s voices. She listened in closer. Faith felt her heart expand as she began to recognize those voices, no longer accented with strong Italian but with another language. English, she thought, No, those were Irish accents. She had not been dreaming. Faith could feel tears well up behind her still closed eyelids. She wanted to cry out with joy, but she was stopped by a lusty moan coming from rig right. Overwhelmed by curiosity, she rolled slightly onto her uninjured arm and cracked her eyes open a little. The sight that assailed her eyes stole the very breath from her lungs.
. They were naked, the two men that had saved her life earlier that night, and they were in a very passionate embrace. The light that spilled in from the bathroom illuminated their bodies, so that she could see everything. Through half-hooded eyes, Faith watched as her saviors caressed each other tenderly as one of them gasped out “Murph, please.” That was his name, Murphy, the one that had found her and his partner was Conner, she licked her lips watching them. They were so gentle with each other; light caresses of lips on flesh. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched them fondle each other. The darker one was on the lighter and fairer man, stroking his shaft languidly making him squirm in pleasure.
. I know I shouldn’t be watching, Faith blushed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. They were marble statues, polished stone, Greek Gods brought to life. With bodies made of muscle and sinew, hard and lean. Yet, their faces held a softness to them. Ethereal, that’s what Emilia would have said about them; ethereal as if they were of the elven-kind that they had read about and loved from J.R.R. Tolkien’s the Lord of the Rings Trilogy when they were younger. They were perfection, that’s all Faith could think as she watched them, like two angels…one of heaven and the other of hell. Perfectly balanced in everything. Yin and Yang, Light and Darkness, Love and Hate. She gulped hard as Murphy; the one on top said, “Look at me, Conn” as he slowly pushed himself into Conner’s moist heat.
. Faith bit her own lip as she watched them slowly move with one another. I feel like such a voyeur, mentally scolding herself, this should make me feel dirty or wrong. For God’s sake, this is two men, two brothers fucking. nonenone of her self-admonitions could make her look away from the beautiful picture that Conner and Murphy made. She watched as they linked hands above Conner’s head as they slowly increased in speed. As time passed, Faith watched them kiss ardently as Conner’s free hand reached around to explore the muscles of Murphy’s taut back. They were thrusting faster now, Murphy into Conner’s creamy white ass and Conner into Murphy’s large, capable fist, drawing closer and closer to the inevitable climax that both of them sought. Faith’s throat was dry as her own lust was stroked by the image of these two angels, locked in such passion that they did not even notice her. Her dewy folds throbbed, wanting to be touched, but she knew that she shouldn’t lest she break through the haze of love that surrounded these two men. Faith knew they were close as Conner arched into Murphy. It wouldn’t be long before Conner could no longer hold back; he would spend all over both their torsos. She tried remembering to breathe as Murphy’s hand stroked Conner’s cock faster sending him arching off the bed into Murphy’s arms. It’s as if they had forgotten all about me, Faith thought smiling to herself, but I don’t think that I’ll ever forget this night.
. She was torn from her thoughts as she heard Murphy growl deeply as he thrust hard into Conner, “Mo cé uile a’sibh.”
. “Seadh,” screamed Conner as jets of cum streamed onto the flat planes of their abdomens. He arched off the bed in ecstasy as Murphy followed seconds later, groaning as he came in his brother’s clenching ass. Faith swallowed hard as she watched Conner and Murphy collapse onto the bed in a sated heap of limbs. She forced herself to look away, close her eyes and relax as she pretended to be asleep. Faith felt herself sink deeper into the mattress as she heard them leave the bed and make their way to the bathroom. She smiled to herself and thought, thank goodness for angels, as she let herself be pulled back into the oblivion of sleep.
. An insistent tapping on her right arm awoke Faith the next morning. She opened her eyes to a mid-day sun and found herself looking into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. She forced herself awake as she propped herself up slightly with her right arm and rubbed her eyes with her left, causing her to wince.
. “How’s the arm? Is it too painful?” the man with the brown eyes asked. At her nod he continued, “It’s dislocated. We have to reset it and your nose is broken.”
. Faith knew what had to be done. He would have to break her nose again and set it correctly as well as popping her shoulder back in. He handed her a rolled up piece of cloth as he took her left arm in his hands. Faith rolled to her right under the sheets, placed the cloth into her mouth, closed her eyes tightly and bit down preparing herself for the pain to come.
. But it didn’t, all that came was Murphy’s voice, “So where you from?”
. Faith looked up at him about to answer when he yanked her arm up and into the socket. Tears welled up in her eyes but no sound came from her lips as she bit down and squeezed her eyes shut until the pain subsides. She looked up at his sympathetic brown eyes as he maneuvered her towards the edge of the bed so that her feet were resting on the floor with the sheet still covering all of the important parts of her naked body.
. “Ok, that wasn’t too bad?” he said, smiling.
. Faith snorted pulling the cloth out of her mouth, “Wasn’t too bad? Let me dislocate your shoulder and pop it back in. We’ll see how bad it is then.”
. Murphy laughed, “Alright, I see your point.”
. Faith gleamed up at Murphy’s smiling face. He has a nice laugh, she thought, clear and crisp, like Sunday morning church bells when Em and I were kids. She got lost in her own little world, reminiscing in memories of her childhood only to be brought back by the sharp pain of Murphy’s hands setting her nose. A couple of tears chased their way down her cheeks as she gently wiped the blood that streamed from her nose.
. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said looking down at the floor, “If you want you can go and take a shower.”
. Faith nodded as she grasped the white sheet around her body and tried to stand. She found her legs to be quite unstable as she fell into the waiting arms of Murphy. He scooped her up in his arms gently and walked her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he turned on the water, carefully making sure that it wasn’t too hot. She watched him adjust the water and test it with his hand; she watched them remembering how they floated across Conner’s pale flesh last night. Faith could feel herself blushing as he turned towards her, removed the sheet without even blinking, and deposited her lightly into the lukewarm water. She couldn’t help but moan as the warm water enveloped her body like a glove. Her eyes closed as she began to soak in the bath, completely forgetting about the man as he left and returned with a pair of clothes in hand.
. “These are clean, they might be a little big on you, but that’s all we have until we can get to a shopping center,” he said politely looking at his shoes as he spoke.
. He turned to leave as Faith found her voice, “Thank You.”
. She watched his profile as he smiled, “Your welcome.” He had a strong jaw line shadowed with stubble; his lips were small but full, kissable and Faith couldn’t help herself from wondering what it would be like to have his lips pressing gently against hers. She watched him leave as she sank lower and lower into the water enjoying the feeling of her first bath in weeks.
::Sorry this chapter took so long... I had to re-write it because my disk erased it... Please Read and Review::
AN: there is some more Gaelic (or my try at it) in this chapter...in order of appearence
Mo cé uile a’sibh = give me all of yourself
Seadh = yes
Warnings: If you are on this site, you know what to expect but if you don't read and find out..hahaha!!!
Chapter POV: Faith
. She slowly regained consciousness, but forced herself to remain still with her eyes closed as all of the things that had happened ran through her mind. Was it all a dream, she wondered, please, God, let it not have been a dream. Faith let her other senses go, trying to figure out where she was. Her feet and arms were not bound; there was no hard chair under her backside, though her left shoulder still hurt like a bitch. She delicately smelled the air; there were no traces of rich tomato or cream sauces, only the smell of a well-worn room. Her ears perked as she heard voices, men’s voices. She listened in closer. Faith felt her heart expand as she began to recognize those voices, no longer accented with strong Italian but with another language. English, she thought, No, those were Irish accents. She had not been dreaming. Faith could feel tears well up behind her still closed eyelids. She wanted to cry out with joy, but she was stopped by a lusty moan coming from rig right. Overwhelmed by curiosity, she rolled slightly onto her uninjured arm and cracked her eyes open a little. The sight that assailed her eyes stole the very breath from her lungs.
. They were naked, the two men that had saved her life earlier that night, and they were in a very passionate embrace. The light that spilled in from the bathroom illuminated their bodies, so that she could see everything. Through half-hooded eyes, Faith watched as her saviors caressed each other tenderly as one of them gasped out “Murph, please.” That was his name, Murphy, the one that had found her and his partner was Conner, she licked her lips watching them. They were so gentle with each other; light caresses of lips on flesh. She could feel herself getting wet as she watched them fondle each other. The darker one was on the lighter and fairer man, stroking his shaft languidly making him squirm in pleasure.
. I know I shouldn’t be watching, Faith blushed, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away even if I wanted to. They were marble statues, polished stone, Greek Gods brought to life. With bodies made of muscle and sinew, hard and lean. Yet, their faces held a softness to them. Ethereal, that’s what Emilia would have said about them; ethereal as if they were of the elven-kind that they had read about and loved from J.R.R. Tolkien’s the Lord of the Rings Trilogy when they were younger. They were perfection, that’s all Faith could think as she watched them, like two angels…one of heaven and the other of hell. Perfectly balanced in everything. Yin and Yang, Light and Darkness, Love and Hate. She gulped hard as Murphy; the one on top said, “Look at me, Conn” as he slowly pushed himself into Conner’s moist heat.
. Faith bit her own lip as she watched them slowly move with one another. I feel like such a voyeur, mentally scolding herself, this should make me feel dirty or wrong. For God’s sake, this is two men, two brothers fucking. nonenone of her self-admonitions could make her look away from the beautiful picture that Conner and Murphy made. She watched as they linked hands above Conner’s head as they slowly increased in speed. As time passed, Faith watched them kiss ardently as Conner’s free hand reached around to explore the muscles of Murphy’s taut back. They were thrusting faster now, Murphy into Conner’s creamy white ass and Conner into Murphy’s large, capable fist, drawing closer and closer to the inevitable climax that both of them sought. Faith’s throat was dry as her own lust was stroked by the image of these two angels, locked in such passion that they did not even notice her. Her dewy folds throbbed, wanting to be touched, but she knew that she shouldn’t lest she break through the haze of love that surrounded these two men. Faith knew they were close as Conner arched into Murphy. It wouldn’t be long before Conner could no longer hold back; he would spend all over both their torsos. She tried remembering to breathe as Murphy’s hand stroked Conner’s cock faster sending him arching off the bed into Murphy’s arms. It’s as if they had forgotten all about me, Faith thought smiling to herself, but I don’t think that I’ll ever forget this night.
. She was torn from her thoughts as she heard Murphy growl deeply as he thrust hard into Conner, “Mo cé uile a’sibh.”
. “Seadh,” screamed Conner as jets of cum streamed onto the flat planes of their abdomens. He arched off the bed in ecstasy as Murphy followed seconds later, groaning as he came in his brother’s clenching ass. Faith swallowed hard as she watched Conner and Murphy collapse onto the bed in a sated heap of limbs. She forced herself to look away, close her eyes and relax as she pretended to be asleep. Faith felt herself sink deeper into the mattress as she heard them leave the bed and make their way to the bathroom. She smiled to herself and thought, thank goodness for angels, as she let herself be pulled back into the oblivion of sleep.
. An insistent tapping on her right arm awoke Faith the next morning. She opened her eyes to a mid-day sun and found herself looking into a pair of chocolate brown eyes. She forced herself awake as she propped herself up slightly with her right arm and rubbed her eyes with her left, causing her to wince.
. “How’s the arm? Is it too painful?” the man with the brown eyes asked. At her nod he continued, “It’s dislocated. We have to reset it and your nose is broken.”
. Faith knew what had to be done. He would have to break her nose again and set it correctly as well as popping her shoulder back in. He handed her a rolled up piece of cloth as he took her left arm in his hands. Faith rolled to her right under the sheets, placed the cloth into her mouth, closed her eyes tightly and bit down preparing herself for the pain to come.
. But it didn’t, all that came was Murphy’s voice, “So where you from?”
. Faith looked up at him about to answer when he yanked her arm up and into the socket. Tears welled up in her eyes but no sound came from her lips as she bit down and squeezed her eyes shut until the pain subsides. She looked up at his sympathetic brown eyes as he maneuvered her towards the edge of the bed so that her feet were resting on the floor with the sheet still covering all of the important parts of her naked body.
. “Ok, that wasn’t too bad?” he said, smiling.
. Faith snorted pulling the cloth out of her mouth, “Wasn’t too bad? Let me dislocate your shoulder and pop it back in. We’ll see how bad it is then.”
. Murphy laughed, “Alright, I see your point.”
. Faith gleamed up at Murphy’s smiling face. He has a nice laugh, she thought, clear and crisp, like Sunday morning church bells when Em and I were kids. She got lost in her own little world, reminiscing in memories of her childhood only to be brought back by the sharp pain of Murphy’s hands setting her nose. A couple of tears chased their way down her cheeks as she gently wiped the blood that streamed from her nose.
. “I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said looking down at the floor, “If you want you can go and take a shower.”
. Faith nodded as she grasped the white sheet around her body and tried to stand. She found her legs to be quite unstable as she fell into the waiting arms of Murphy. He scooped her up in his arms gently and walked her into the bathroom. He sat her on the toilet as he turned on the water, carefully making sure that it wasn’t too hot. She watched him adjust the water and test it with his hand; she watched them remembering how they floated across Conner’s pale flesh last night. Faith could feel herself blushing as he turned towards her, removed the sheet without even blinking, and deposited her lightly into the lukewarm water. She couldn’t help but moan as the warm water enveloped her body like a glove. Her eyes closed as she began to soak in the bath, completely forgetting about the man as he left and returned with a pair of clothes in hand.
. “These are clean, they might be a little big on you, but that’s all we have until we can get to a shopping center,” he said politely looking at his shoes as he spoke.
. He turned to leave as Faith found her voice, “Thank You.”
. She watched his profile as he smiled, “Your welcome.” He had a strong jaw line shadowed with stubble; his lips were small but full, kissable and Faith couldn’t help herself from wondering what it would be like to have his lips pressing gently against hers. She watched him leave as she sank lower and lower into the water enjoying the feeling of her first bath in weeks.
::Sorry this chapter took so long... I had to re-write it because my disk erased it... Please Read and Review::
AN: there is some more Gaelic (or my try at it) in this chapter...in order of appearence
Mo cé uile a’sibh = give me all of yourself
Seadh = yes