No Tomorrow, No Regrets

TITLE: No Tomorrow, No Regrets

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith / Buffy

RATING: NC-17 – Sex and Language

CATEGORY: Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 7, Finale.

SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: On the last morning before Buffy’s planned offensive, Xander and the two powered Slayers make sure they have no regrets.

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with one small change: Wood never, ever, ever existed. Ever.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies; this is likely to get complicated for me as a writer anyway. Just some tweaks, hope this works better.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com

Faith leaned on the rail of the backyard porch of Buffy’s house. All was quiet inside as those who could were asleep and those that couldn’t were trying. She could kill for a cigarette, hell she’d killed for less hadn’t she? But, she’d given up smoking after her sixth month in prison; it had been a really bad habit she’d picked up to pass the time. She had to give Buffy credit. It was a bold move to take the fight to The First, but deep down she knew it was the right thing to do. She had no misgivings. People were going to die and she really didn’t have the karma points for that not to include her. “Hey, better to go down swinging than in a two by four cell, right.” She whispered into the morning silence as the first rays of the rising sun made themselves known and she sucked in a deep breath of cool morning air.

“Hey, B… Big day.” She commented without turning as the screen door creaked open behind her and she heard soft footfalls. “Yip. Big day. I’m either going to get all of us killed or just some of us killed and hopefully save the world. Oh yeah, it’s gonna be a really big day.” The blonde Slayer replied leaning on the rail next to Faith. “Optimistic much?” Faith asked and Buffy gave a wry chuckle in response. “For what it’s worth, B, I think you’re doing the right thing… Whichever way it goes.” Faith reassured her fellow Slayer with a grin as she added the qualifier and earned herself an answering grin as they looked at each other as Buffy joined her to lean on the rail.

“Do you have any regrets, Faith?” Buffy asked pensively as the silence between them drew out. “You’ve met me, right? We really don’t have the time for that particular list.” Faith responded with a shrug. “You know there’s no way we’re going to get any sleep, so… We have a couple of hours, try me. I… I know we’ve had our issues…” Buffy continued and Faith quirked an eyebrow. “It’s nice than saying we hated and tried to kill each other at one point, don’t you think?” the blonde Slayer responded with a straight face and Faith had to nod her head in agreement. “I know you’ve changed and I know I haven’t really let you know that things are… Okay between us. Plus, it’s not like you, or I for that matter could do anything about it besides talk.” Buffy noted with a soft sigh. Faith turned her head and looked at the blonde Slayer speculatively.

“Thanks, B. I know things have been strange with me here. I did hate you and I really did try to kill you and Angel and Xander and Wesley, and under the circumstances I haven’t really been able to prove myself…” Faith started after taking a deep breath, but Buffy stopped her by lifting a hand and waving it back and forth with a rather girlish laugh. “Faith, I really know you’ve changed. After what I have just proposed, you’re still right here. Hell I’ve even thought about making a run for it and it’s my idea.” Buffy admitted. “Seriously?” Faith wondered and it was Buffy’s turn to nod. Faith found herself looking at her one time nemesis in a brand new light, or maybe it was just the rising sun. The blonde was actually quite pretty. “Geez, two years in a woman’s correctional institution, sure gives you some interesting ideas.” Faith thought remembering some of the sounds she’d heard in the dark after lights out and that she had been tempted a time or two herself by the less than subtle propositions she’d received. Two years was a long time. That thought was immediately followed by another, that surprised her even more, and at the same time started a very familiar heat and itch in her loins. “Oh my, could I really do that?” she wondered silently.

Buffy frowned as she watched Faith’s straight white teeth worry at her full lower lip for a moment. “That might not be strictly true.” Faith countered as the idea crystalized in her mind while she let her gaze slide up and down the petite blonde Slayer’s lush body. She noted that Buffy wasn’t wearing a bra under her dark tank top. It wasn’t like she hadn’t batted for the other side in the past, even if it was just in the minor leagues. It was absurd, ridiculous and she was sure it would lead to violence, but at the same time thrilling. It wasn’t a life and death regret, more of a sudden curiosity and she hadn’t even known she’d had it until Buffy had brought it up.

“What do you mean?” Buffy wondered as she turned to face Faith who straightened and turned to face her. “What the hell. I’m gonna die anyway and the punch will be worth it.” Faith decided and with speed born of her Slayer’s legacy she curved her hand around Buffy’s head and pulled their lips together. Buffy saw Faith move and her body tensed instinctively preparing for combat, her fingers clenching into a fist and lifting to throw a punch. Her blue eyes went wide as they looked into Faith’s dark ones as the other Slayer pulled her into a kiss. Faith’s lips were soft and warm and her hand dropped back to her side as Faith’s strong fingers wormed into her hair and massaged her scalp while tilting the blonde Slayer’s head to deepen the kiss.

Faith had seen Buffy’s fist rising, had braced herself for the impact even as she pressed the advantage of surprise to deepen her kiss, to get as much out of it as she could. The blow never came and instead, she felt the shorter woman rise up onto her toes and then go soft. Buffy’s bewilderment lasted for mere seconds. She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but it really didn’t feel bad, in fact, quite the opposite. She wasn’t just surprised at Faith’s actions, but also to what it represented. She fleetingly wondered if Faith might have picked up a new preference in prison, but thought soon vanished under the warm onslaught of the other Slayer’s lips. She didn’t see any need to deny Faith, or herself for that matter, whatever she wanted at that point, so she went with it. Buffy’s body pressing against, their breasts flattening and rubbing against each other and Faith pulled her even closer. Her mouth opened to allow them to cement their slow kiss and after a few moments, even allowed their tongues to explore, tangle and then slowly, sinuously wrestle. Faith moaned softly as Buffy’s arms curled around her and they were holding each other in a gentle embrace, hands lightly caressing in delicious contrast to the hungry passion of their kiss. They nipped, sucked, licked and lapped at each other’s lips and mouths, bodies, unconsciously grinding together as they lost themselves in the sensation and they kissed with increasing heat and hunger.

Both Slayers all but sprang apart as a gasp was followed by a coffee mug hitting the deck and shattering. They both looked at the door to find Xander gaping at them. They weren’t even looking at each other, but each of the Slayers licked their lips, chasing the echo and taste of the other. Faith had just intended it to be a bit of fun, a way to lighten the heavy conversation they had started and a way to satisfy a unique, yet fleeting curiosity. It should have been a quick taste and a flash of forbidden pleasure, followed by a jaw-rocking slap at the very least, but Buffy’s unexpected reaction and the sudden intimacy of their shared kiss had fully awakened her body with desire. Her nipples were stiff and tight. She had felt a similar reaction in Buffy before they parted. Her skin felt hot and prickly while her sex flexed and twisted against itself in search of friction and wrung out a heavy flood of slippery cream.

She’d never kissed a girl before and Buffy hadn’t realized that it might be something she regretted not doing until right that moment. The idea had crossed her mind as an abstract when Willow had first come out, but it had been nothing more than a fleeting ponderance. “Damn, Faith could kiss or maybe she’d just been making out with vampires for too long or maybe girls were just better at it.” She admitted and wondered to herself, her body having reacted with a surprisingly strong flush of heated arousal that she was now trying to ignore. The two Slayers continued to stare at Xander and he stared back. “Pick your jaw up off the floor, X. We were just discussing regrets and I thought of one I could take care of.” Faith explained in a matter-of-fact tone and Buffy turned to look at her incredulously as she tried to process her own feelings on the matter while her body pulsed with need and her sex twisted and flexed with a sudden need.

“I regret not still having both eyes to see that.” Xander said softly, awe coloring his tone and a smile twitching at his lips as he recovered from his shock. “Liked that did you?” Faith asked with taunting amusement even though she could see the evidence of his answer bulge the front of his trousers. Buffy’s head swiveled to look back and forth between them as they bantered casually and she still couldn’t settle on how she felt emotionally about Faith kissing her even though her body had a very specific idea. Faith turned her attention back to Buffy a soft smile on her face. “I get what all your vampires see in you. You’re a good kisser, B.” the dark-haired Slayer complimented her blonde counterpart. “You’re not so bad yourself.” Buffy replied, the words just slipping out of her mouth, but meaning them and she saw Faith’s smile widen. Faith let her gaze swing between Xander and Buffy. There was something in the air between them and the idea that had started all this began to evolve in the dark-haired Slayers mind.

Xander started to say something, but Faith extended her hand toward him and held up a finger to silence him. There was a good chance that there would be no tomorrow for some or all of them and so, there was nothing to lose. Xander opened his mouth again and Faith shook her finger and threw him a sharp glance to silence him again. She moved close and leaned down so that her lips were next to Buffy’s ear. Faith could smell the arousal rolling off Buffy as plainly as she could feel the heat of the petite woman’s body. “B? You once told me that you and Xander never… Never, you know, did anything, right? Is that still true?” Faith asked remembering when she’d asked that question. It had been right after she’d screwed Xander in her dingy little motel room when he’d saved her from some daemons. Buffy nodded, remembering the question and that Faith could make no such claim.

“Have you ever wondered what it might be like? He can be a little goofy from time to time, but he is a strapping lad and I’ll admits his matured nicely too. You know he has. If I don’t miss my guess, that boy has been dreaming about you since the day you met.” Faith queried and surmised. Faith’s breath was hot against the shell of her ear, but her words created heat elsewhere as Buffy’s eyes flicked to Xander. Buffy swallowed to wet her suddenly dry throat. “Not until right this moment.” The blonde Slayer answered in a breathy whisper as she started to see where Faith might be going. Faith decided to go for broke, there was really no point in beating around the bush, plus that itch inside her had amped up several notches just thinking about it. If Buffy didn’t go for it, she was just going to have to find out how well Xander had matured on her own or she’d go nuts. “Have you ever had a threesome?” Faith continued her seductive interrogation and Buffy felt her insides clench with a sharp pulse as the tip of Faith’s tongue brushed her earlobe and her eyes once again went to Xander, who was silently frowning at them.

Faith had always been a bit of a bad influence on her, but it surprised her how much the idea captivated her. It seemed that imminent death did have a certain freeing quality. “Have you?” Buffy countered with a question of her own, her thoughts swirling as she found herself seriously considering the path Faith was leading her down. “Not with another woman, not with the only other real Slayer. I’d like to… I think, now that I’ve thought of it, I’d most definitely regret not trying to do so. The ball, as they say, is in your court, B.” Faith made an admission of her own and Buffy could hear honesty as well as steely certainty that made it clear what she wanted. Buffy took a deep breath, her rising chest scrapping her taut nipples along the material of her tank top that was suddenly rough and uncomfortable. What Faith was proposing was insane, but they were living in an insane time and who would it really hurt. And, now, like Faith, that the idea had been planted, she knew she would regret not acting on it, but there was one last factor to consider. Buffy nodded slowly.

Xander was still stunned by what he had seen when he’d stepped out onto the porch. He’d had some wild dreams featuring both Slayers. Those about Faith had the benefit of memory and those about Buffy had been pure conjecture but no less vivid, yet, he had never even considered the possibility he had stumbled across. What surprised him that despite the fact that seeing the two Slayers kiss was undoubtedly hot, what he had seen was also both passionate and intimately tender. He wished he’d been able to control his reaction better to avoid disturbing them and, of course getting a better, longer look. As, it was, his dick throbbed stiffly against his belly with the memory of what he had seen. He was starting to get nervous, thinking that maybe he should leave, Slayers had an innate tendency to violence and he was the interloper here. But, Faith’s raised finger and warning glance stopped him from trying to find out what they were doing and kept him right where he was at the same time. He strained his ears to try and catch what they were whispering, but to no avail and then suddenly he was once again the center of their intense attention.



Faith lowered her hand and both Slayers turned to look at Xander once more. “What?’ he asked, unconsciously licking his lips and taking a small step back at the hunger in Faith’s eyes and the speculation in Buffy’s. He didn’t know why, but he felt apprehension when Buffy stepped closer to him. He felt his eyes widen as he watched Buffy curl her hand around Faith’s hip to pull her along with her. The Slayers were suddenly crowding him and there were suddenly two very strong hands at the small of his back stopping him from backing up. “Buffy has something she’d like to ask you.” Faith informed him coyly and he watched Buffy shoot the other Slayer a “What-the-hell!” look and she just grinned in response.

Xander was very aware of the hard, but feminine bodies that were pressed to his and became more so as Buffy took a deep breath and her breasts pressed more firmly against him.  “Yes, it seems, I do.” Buffy noted and he couldn’t miss the emphasis she put on the word “I”. “But, before I do, I suppose there is a regret I can deal with too.” She told him and he only made sense her words a scant moment before her hand found the back of his neck and pulled and turned his head and lips down to hers. “Okay, I’m dreaming. I fell asleep at the kitchen table, so just go with it.” He told himself as he curled his arm around Buffy and tilted his head to lock their lips as he kissed her back, nipping and sucking at her already kiss-swollen lips. His arm tightened around her as she willingly opened her mouth under the insistence lashing of his tongue and let him take control while lifting her an inch or so off her feet.

“When had Xander gotten so tall, or so strong?” she wondered fleetingly before she surrendered thought to action and kissed him as deeply as he was kissing her. His lips vibrated against hers as she rubbed the front of her thigh against the solid, hot ridge that bulged out the front of his trousers as he held her against him. She had definitely been kissing vampires for too long she decided. She got the emotional jolt and it did feel good to kiss Spike and it had, kissing Angel, but there was a vibrancy, a spark of life that she forgotten that passed between the living. She even felt a little guilty that kissing Xander brought memories of kissing Riley to the fore. Lost in reverie and sensation, she kind of forgot about the other Slayer who was right there watching them.

Buffy was a little startled when a feminine hand not her own snaked between her and Xander to cup his cheek and pull his lips from hers. Buffy blinked, a sound of dissatisfaction that was close to anger rippling unbidden from her throat as his arm relaxed and she sank back to the porch while Faith guided Xander’s lips to hers. “Yip… I’m so definitely dreaming.” Xander reiterated to himself as the dark haired Slayer cupped his cheek and pulled him away from Buffy’s lips to replace them with her own. Faith kissed him with the aggression he came to expect from pretty much everything she did, but as soon as he returned her kiss, she sighed and melted into him, surrendering control to him. He plundered her mouth, his hands sliding down her back to cup her firm, shapely, leather-clad behind. “What the hell. It’s my dream, so I’m gonna make the best of it.” He thought as he let his tongue wrestle with hers.

“Hey! I wasn’t done yet and that isn’t a regret you have.” Buffy reprimanded the other Slayer. Faith luxuriated in Xander’s kiss for a moment longer before she broke their kiss and sighed as she exhaled heavily, her breath tickling and further warming Xander’s lips. Faith smiled and licked her lips. He’d become an even better kisser than she remembered. “Sorry, B, that just looked so good, I just couldn’t resist.” She apologized with a very unapologetic grin as she pressed back into Xander’s hands that were still cupping her ass. Xander was again alternating his incredulous gaze between the two Slayers as they discussed the fact that they had just both kissed him. They fascinated him, the heat with which they were looking at each other, their faces flushed and chests heaving. He was really aware of Faith’s breast pressing into his chest as she inhaled and exhaled and the fact that although his hands were still on her ass, she was rocking slowly against his light grasp.

Faith turned her gaze from Buffy to look into his face. Her smile faded for a moment and then returned with full force as she reached up and again cupped his cheek. “Ask him, Buffy.” She told the blonde Slayer, her voice low and sultry. Buffy looked from her one time nemesis to her long-time friend. “Xander…” She started, making sure she had his full attention. “I was wondering if you would like to sleep with me and Faith? And, when I say sleep, I mean have hot, sweaty sex with both of us and I also mean right now or more accurately, as soon as we can find a bed or atleast some privacy.” She asked and clarified so that there could be no misunderstanding as to what she was proposing. “The neighbors left a week ago and they didn’t take any furniture with them.” Faith provided helpfully as she felt Xander’s jaw go slack, his eyes stunned. She gave him a shrewd look and then deliberately and painfully pinched his cheek.

“Owww!! What the hell, Faith?” Xander asked while pushing the dark-haired Slayer’s hand away with pained outrage. She gave him an impish grin. “You’re not dreaming, Xander. This is for real. I repeat: Buffy, you, me and lots of sex, over there.” She reiterated, pointing and directing his gaze to the dark house next to Buffy’s. Xander drew his gaze back to the two Slayers. He held up his finger to silence Buffy as she opened her mouth to speak. “Just… Just give me a minute here. Let me see if I got this straight. You and her, me and you, her and me, all three of us, sex and I’m not dreaming?” he asked, summarizing with a questioning tilt to his head. Buffy and Faith looked at each other and then back at him before they both nodded emphatically. He nodded slowly, thoughtfully. His dick ached it was now so hard. “Buffy? Could you pinch me too?” He instructed his blonde friend. She smiled and stepped close to him again. He braced for the pain, but Buffy just shook her head and then pulled his lips down to hers. He kissed her back, his free arm pulling her close even as his other hand flexed on Faith’s firm ass.

“Okay, I’m in, even though I’m still not totally convinced that I’m not dreaming.” He acknowledged once Buffy finally broke their tongue twisting kiss. “Xander, trust me, you couldn’t imagine the stuff Buffy and I are going to do to you and each other.” Faith promised him with a predatory smile and he swallowed hard, looking at Buffy for just an instant who looked nervous, at Faith’s promise too, before each of the Slayers took one of his hands and started to lead him to the dark house they had indicated while more of the golden light of day spilled onto Sunnydale. “Shouldn’t we like tell someone where we’re going?” he enquired, looking back at the house that held the rest of their friends and pretty much the hope of the world. “What would you like me to tell Giles?” Buffy countered, trying not to laugh as she imaged that particular conversation and the sputtering Englishman she would have left behind.

“I guess you have a point there.” He admitted with a thoughtful shrug. “I’d still have loved to have seen Giles’ face.” Faith commented and after a short pause they all chuckled. “We could always ask if…” the dark-haired Slayer began and her two companions turned to her in shock and all but shouted: “No!”. Faith held up her hands in a gesture of surrender. “Just a thought.” She defended herself. “Faith, there’s addressing regrets and then there’s…” Buffy commented with disapproval and a wigged-out shudder. Faith shrugged with her usual devil-may-care attitude. “Really? Giles? Really, Faith?” Xander couldn’t help himself from asking incredulously. “I think it’s the accent. I even thought of getting my freak on with Wesley, when I didn’t want to kill him that is.” Faith theorized with a thoughtful tilt to her head. “Thanks for that mental image, Faith.” Buffy told her fellow Slayer with a disgusted look and Xander concurred.

“Sorry, let me see if I can fix that.” Faith offered with a dazzling smile as she reached for the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up and off over her head to bare her breasts. Her dark brown nipples, stood to erect attention on top of mushroom cap areola about the size of a silver dollar, in the cool morning air and Buffy found herself staring as intently as Xander. “Still got it. Once the two of you pick your jaws up off the floor, catch-up.” She taunted them with a grin and a wink. Stunned, neither moved as she lithely turned and with her tank top in her hand streaming out behind her leather pants clad, half-naked form along with her wealth of long, dark hair she bounded off and leapt the low fence that separated the two properties. Buffy and Xander turned to look at each other and then at the rapidly retreating form of Faith before raced off after her.

TO BE CONTINUED…