"I don't think this was what my father had in mind."

"He said you could call me," Faith pointed out.

"Yeah, but I don't think he meant we could have phone sex."

Faith threw herself onto her bed, temporarily dislodging the phone from her ear. "You still there?" she asked when she picked up the receiver.

"Where would I go?"

Faith ignored that, cutting right to the heart of things. "Are you jerking off?"

"Fee!"

"Just kidding," she said quite unrepentantly.

"No, you're not."

"You're right. So…are you wanking?"

"Where the hell did you learn a word like that?"

"From Emmy."

"Jesus. You're kidding, right?"

"Nope. And you'll never guess where *she* heard it."

"Her father?"

"Sure, but which one?" Faith laughed.

"Hmm…not Uncle Declan. That's way too obvious. So it must be Uncle Sey."

"Right. But where do you think *he* got it?"

"What is this, six degrees of separation?"

"Nope, I don't think Uncle Sey even knows who Kevin Bacon is."

Connor grinned to himself. "Hey, hold on a sec. I just want to check that my bedroom door is locked."

It was. As soon as he returned to his bed, he unsnapped his jeans. "What did your dad say about you kissing me?"

"Nothing."

"Crap. That probably means that he's saving it as ammunition for later."

"Nah. My dad's not vindictive like that."

"But he noticed."

"Definitely. Dad doesn't miss a thing."

"Do you think he saw—?"

"Your hard-on?"

Connor winced. He could only imagine what form Michael's retribution might take. "What if he thinks we're fooling around, Fee?"

"Con, if my father thought we were doing it, I wouldn't be on the phone with you."

"Maybe he just wants to let us have enough rope to hang ourselves."

"You have such a twisted mind, Con."

"Not *so* twisted. I wish we *were* doing it, Fee," Connor whispered, sliding his hand inside his jeans.

"What makes you think I'd let you?" she whispered back.

"Oh, you'd let me. You want it. Don't you?" Connor rubbed himself against the heel of his hand.

Faith stretched out on her back and touched her breasts through her T-shirt, her nipples sharpening to hard peaks. "Mmm, yeah."

"Only…if Daddy found out, we'd *really* be in trouble."

"Maybe…"

"Maybe what?"

"Maybe there's a way to do it and still stay a virgin," Connor finished before his brain could talk his tongue out of saying it.

"Well, duh. Like you're already doing that."

"I don't mean jerking off."

"Then what?"

"I could…fuck your ass," Connor said almost inaudibly. The truth was, just the thought alone made him so hot, he was in danger of exploding. But he wasn't sure how Faith would feel about it.

"Really?" Far from sounding put off by it, Faith sounded vaguely breathless. "Then I wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant either."

"I wouldn't fuck you without a condom, Fee. What kind of a jerk do you think I am?"

"It's not that. It's just—" Faith couldn't finish the sentence. One of her favorite fantasies involved getting Connor to lose control. She wanted to make him so hot that he couldn't remember his name, much less the need for a condom.

"What?" Connor asked, arching into his hand.

Faith's fingers closed over one nipple. She pushed her other hand under her T-shirt and cupped her breast. "You could come in my ass."

"Jesus, Fee!"

"Or you could slide back and forth in the crack…you know, *ride* me."

Oh, God, she was going to kill him. "Are you still dressed, Fee?"

"Yeah."

"Take your pants off," he urged hoarsely. "I'll wait."

Faith did as he asked. It was cool in the bedroom, but she didn't expect to feel that way for much longer. She smoothed a hand over the dark curls that guarded her entrance.

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Yeah," she admitted, her voice a throb of sexual feeling.

"Push them to the side so you can touch yourself."

"Mmm," she groaned as she followed his command.

"Is it good?"

"Mmm," she repeated. Words suddenly seemed hard to find.

Connor rolled onto his stomach and rubbed against the sheets. "Put your fingers inside."

"Con!" Faith squeaked in mock protest. But she did what he asked.

"I can feel you…under me…can you feel it, too?"

"Oh, yes…" Her fingers moved faster. She couldn't go very deep, but she was definitely capable of enjoying the feelings her hand produced.

"I'm going to fuck you," Connor whispered, enunciating each word clearly.

Faith moaned softly in response.

"You're so hot and I'm so hard. I want to put my dick in your ass, Fee."

"Oh, yes, Connor. Fuck me."

"I am. I'm going to fuck you till we both come. Are you ready?"

"Please…"

Connor's hips furiously humped the mattress beneath him. On the other end of the phone line, Faith arched her back and cried out.

Connor came hard into his hand, spilling his essence all over the sheets. "Oh, God, Fee…"

Faith whimpered into her pillow as tiny aftershocks rippled through her body. "Con-nor…"

Suddenly there was a knock on her bedroom door. Faith called out, "Who is it?" even as she scrambled to find her pants.

"It's your father."

Faith hung up the phone hurriedly with a muttered "bye" to Connor and quickly composed herself. She sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. "Yes, Dad?" she queried brightly as she unlocked the door.

"Are you busy?"

"Not…anymore."

"You're done then?"

"What?" Faith knew she must've looked comical, but honestly, it was the last thing she expected to hear come out of her father's mouth.

"With your homework?"

"Oh, that," she sighed with relief. "Yeah."

"Good. Because we need to talk."

"About what?"

"You and Connor."

"Sounds ominous. What's up?" she asked, pretending a casualness that she didn't feel.

"I saw what you did, Fee."

Faith was struck dumb.

"When Connor nearly broke your nose. The tongue-kiss?"

"Oh, that," she said, cursing the way she was repeating herself. Cool, Fee, really cool.

"I know how much you love him, Faith, but…I don't want to see you get in trouble."

"We're not having sex, Dad! I swear," she shouted. Well, technically, that was true. They *wanted* to, but they were still light-years away from actually acting on their feelings.

She closed her eyes and crossed her fingers behind her back. As long as her father couldn't read her mind, things would be okay.

"I hope you're not lying to me, Faith. I love you. I want to trust you."

Faith made a noise in her throat that sounded like a strangled groan. "We're not. *Really*." Now she would have to stay away from Connor. For one thing, lying was too much like work. And for another, she honestly wanted her father to trust her.

Maybe that meant she was growing up.

End