Sated

Title: Sated
Chapter 2
A BTVS Erotic Drama in Novel Form.
By: Ozmandayus

Summary: A storm forces Buffy, Xander and Faith to seek refuge in a motel on their way to Las Vegas, culminating in a night none of them will ever forget. Tony Salvatore works hard to hide his mistakes as he sets out to hunt down Xander. Enlisting Tara's help, Spike make a desicion that will change his life forever.

Spoilers: Okay, end of season six, except Joyce never died in season five. Buffy did die and was brought back. Xander and Anya broke up in early 2001. They are friends only. Faith was released from jail on parole in October 2001. Xander helped her get a place to stay and a job. Xander and Buffy secretly hooked up a month before this road trip. Did you get all that?

Rating: Extremely NC 17 for Violence and Intense Sexual Situations. This will contain F/F, M/F, and F/M/F Three-Way Sex. Rough Sex and Light Bondage as well. You have been warned.

Category: Drama/Romance/Angst

Couples. B/X, F/X, F/B, B/X/F, and a new ship.

Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns everything. Sueing me would be suh a waste of time and money :)

Beta Read By: Lorificus

Distribution: Anywhere as long as you tell me first.

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Author’s Notes 1: Heat. That's what I'm trying to create here. A dark passion that bases itself in love, but loses itself in lust.

Author’s Notes 2: As usual in my BTVS NC-1cs, cs, assume the Watcher's Council provides 100% not-one-little-guy-getting-through birth control to their Slayers. This is fanfic, not real life. Wrap it up every time.

Author’s Notes 3: I'd like to thank the following: Lori, Melissa, TC,
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Love is a fire. But whether it's going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you never can tell.


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Route 395
Just 30 miles outside of Sunnydale
Sunday, June 5, 2002 8:40 AM
The rented 2002 black Cadillac Escalade


Light drops of rain splattered against the windshield as the open highway in front of them began to darken like the skies above. The weather forecast light showers with the chance of thunderstorms later in the day. Gray skies hovered above, awaiting the word from some celestial being to attack with the force of nature.

That didn't matter in the least to any of the three passengers in the car at the moment.

"How about I take over this bad baby around one?" Faith asked from the backseat as she loaded her new Staind CD. Wearing her all black T-shirt that read "Correctional Facilities Bitch" along with her trademark jeans, she was as comfortable as could be.

"Sounds good to me," Xander replied, feeling good to finally be on the road and out of Sunnydale again. "We've got an 11 hour drive. I could use the break."

"Hey," Buffy playfully whined in the front passenger seat. "When do I get a chance to drive?"

"You were riding Xander yesterday, B. Why don't you give me a shot?"

Buffy knew she could take that comment a few different ways, but she chose to simply toss her Slayer sister in arms the middle finger.

Xander could only smirk at the exchange. "Fair is fair, Buffy. Be a nice little Slayer and let Faith have a go." He flinched from the light punch to his arm.

"You're supposed to be on my side," she poutedle sle smiling. "Some boyfriend you are."

"Men," Faith grinned from the backseat. "Who needs 'em?"

Exhaling, Xander sat back and took in the open road. He turned the music up a bit, settling in for the long drive ahead. His long sleeved white sweatshirt hugged his frame atop his loose fit jeans. He learned from his first road trip that when driving long distances, you’d better be in comfortable clothes.

Buffy thumbed through one of the magazines she brought with her. The seats in the Escalade were so big and luxurious that she almost could stretch out in them. Quietly, she kicked off her pumps and let the music take her away. The black sleeveless tank top and matching black jeans made her feel right at home, free and unrestricted. Going bra-less this morning had her even more laid back. This was exactly what she had needed. Time away from everything that had tried to define her life for the past six years.

The Hellmouth.

Now that she was on the road to recovery, both physically and mentally,
She was ready to figure out what defined Buffy Summers. And whatever that was, it was not the Hellmouth.

Every so often, Buffy looked up at her lover. She asked him not to shave that morning. Her fetish with Scruffy-Xander, as she put it, continued. A sudden shy feeling came over her and she began reading her magazine again. With all the question marks in her life, Xander was her constant.

Her love.

He held the chain that connected her to the normal world. In what dir direction she might stray, he could always pull her back. She liked that. Whether by choice or by accident, she could test her boundaries because he was always her home to run back to.

The angst-filled music of Staind kept Faith's head nodding as she leaned way back in her seat, relishing the drizzly weather outside.

Faith closed her eyes, feeling damn good. She cleared the trip with her parole officer without any problem because of her spotless record since her release from prison. Now, months later, with a good job and her own place, she found another emotion creeping up on her. One that she had never felt before.

Self-respect.

The woman she saw in the mirror each morning these days was still the same bad bitch that had always been there. The same bitch that would kick a girl’s ass, go stake a vamp, then come back and take the girl whose ass she’d kicked’s man. But where once responsibility was a word for people who didn't dare live their life on the edge, now it described her very well. From her bank account to her credit and bills, she had responsibilities now.

And she was thriving.

Not just doing well, but doing damn well.

Opening her eyes briefly, Faith caught Buffy looking at her in one of the mirrors. Licking her lips slowly, Faith closed her eyes again, not knowing or caring if Buffy caught that last little gesture meant just for her.

Yesterday still resonated in her mind. Faith could still see and smell and hear the sounds of their passionate lovemaking right in front of her. So thoroughly into each other that they didn't even care that she saw the whole thing.

They fucked right in front of her. Buffy rode Xander and looked her directly in the eyes. Xander rolled Buffy over and began pounding into her furiously. Then he stared into Faith’s eyes as she pleasured herself.

Xander heard the soft moan come from the backseat. He looked to Buffy for a second, but noticed that one of the articles had caught her attention. His thoughts traveled back to Faith. he thought to himself.

His own thoughts now traveled back to yesterday. The feel of being inside of Buffy was, is, and had always been indescribable. His body simply responded to hers in a way he could never hope to explain.

Only one other woman could come close. Sexually, it was almost a tie. But emotionally, there was one clear and decisive winner. But as he checked the center mirror, his eyes locked with Faith's for a moment. That was the only word to describe the woman in the back seat.

Damn.

She threw a little wink his way just for effect. Xander fought off a small grin.

"Don't make me have to come back there and kick your ass, Faith."

Cheesing with mirth, Faith replied. "You want to kiss my ass, B? Did I hear you right?"

"You wish," Buffy added while flipping pages.

The visual image that erupted in Xander's mind of Buffy kissing Faith's naked ass almost made him miss his turn off.

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Jack’s Diner
Just off of Route 395
Sunday, June 5, 2002 10:20 AM

"Fuck," Faith cursed as she grabbed her jacket off the floor. She’d just lost a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors to Buffy. The loser had to go inside and grab some food. "What'll it be? My treat."

Xander turned around, a mock look of awe on his face. "You're so kind and giving."

"Shut up."

Buffy laughed at them. "Just grab me a blueberry pancake breakfast with extra bacon and a large orange juice."

Faith pulled out her as yet unused $2,000 Visa card. "Time to break you in, baby," she spoke to it. "What about you, X-Man? I know what you like to eat, but tell me what I can buy for you out of this place?"

"They don't sell Buffy with a side order of hash browns, do they?" His girlfriend. glared at him.

Faith opened the door and stepped out into the light rain. "If they did
I would have to order two specials," she grinned. Her smile widened when Buffy stuck her tongue out at her through the window. "I know how you eat, Xan. Five sausage muffins and orange juice okay?"

Looking around the nearly empty parking lot on this Sunday morning, Xander pressed a button that pushed his seat back very far. He then lifted his armrest and pulled Buffy out of her seat and into his lap. "Sounds good, Faith. Take your time."

"Hey, don't do anything until I get back, okay?" Shaking her head, the
Slayer slammed the door shut and ran into the diner.

Now all alone, Buffy lifted the armrest on the other side of Xander and straddled his hips. "What's up? Other than you, of course." Her teasing tone and beautiful smile warmed his heart as his arms wrapped around her.

"I love you."

Buffy closed her eyes and leaned forward, resting her head against his.
"There you go again," she whispered intimately. "Taking my breath away."

His first kiss started on her temple, moist and sweet. Then his lips trailed to her cheek, where he settled for a moment, kissing her here and there, even eliciting a little giggle from her. Next, his lips found her chin. One, two, three more kisses, soft to the touch. He carefully avoided her lips, now moving on to her other cheek, sprinkling his kisses lightly across her skin.

"Xan..."

"Shhh." Two more kisses and he found himself on her temple again, this time on the other side. Feather light kisses slowly traveled across her forehead, then the bridge of her nose, and finally, with a smile, the nose itself.

This felt so romantic to her. Being held and kissed tenderly. She was finding so many new sides to herself and to him. In sharp contrast to a childhood she knew was sadly devoid of affection, she had found just about the most affectionate man she had ever known in Xander.

In herself, she had found acceptance of her destiny, as well as acceptance that she controlled it. She felt free now, the the first time in her life. And while Xander was responsible for a great deal of her new life, he was not all of it. A woman didn't need a man to help her get herself together.

But love just made everything so much easier.

"Are you ever going to kiss me?" Buffy asked, now wrapping her arms around his neck. She scooted a little closer to him, their bodies pressed together.

"Eventually," Xander replied, holding her tight in his arms. With the rain and the Sunday morning, this truck stop diner was quieter than usual, with one truck and a car that probably belonged to the owner of the restaurant and his wife in the parking lot.

"Faith's been flirting pretty hard this morning," Buffy said with her eyes still closed. She can smell her shampoo in his hair and her soap on his skin. She smiled at the possessiveness of it all.

"That's just the way she is. Faith likes to push peoples buttons. She wouldn't be Faith if she didn't do that."

"Still, I'm not used to her flirting with me."

"Does that bother you?"

"Not really," she added. "It's different, you know. I've never had a woman flirt with me before. At least not as overtly as she has."

"I think she's attracted to you."

Buffy opened her eyes, now staring into the chocolate windows of Xander's soul. "I guess..."

"Who wouldn't be," Xander complimented, his handningning through her hair. "You captivate me every day."

Feeling a bit daring, Buffy tightened her arms around his neck and leaned over, right next to his ear. "Could you imagine us together?"

"You're not talking about us, are you?"

"I'm talking about me and Faith," she breathed warm against his ear. "Could you imagine me kissing her?" She heard the soft moan that escaped his lips. She felt his cock harden underneath her. "Could you see us laying on a bed together? Could you imagine her pulling down my panties?"

"Can you?"

"Yes."

Their lips came together like two freight trains colliding. Buffy's hands moved swiftly to Xander’s face, holding him to her. In a second, she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue to slip by her lips and explore on his own.

The heat and passion was positively intoxicating. Buffy was, she supposed, appreciative that she didn't need to stand right now, because she probably couldn't. Their kiss felt amazing, so long and wet and hot that they barely could take it.

A few minutes later, they pulled away, breathing heavily. Xander brought his hands to Buffy's face and touched his lips to her forehead. They were silent for a moment before she spoke.

"Your cock is so hard right now."

Xander chuckled and drew back. "What do you expect when you're sitting your sweet little ass on him?"

Buffy smiled. "I expect you to get hard the minute I walk in the room," she smirked arrogantly. "I love how you look in these long-sleeve sweatshirts. They hug your chest just right."

Xander could feel her nipples straining against her tank top. "I love the way your chest looks in this shirt, too." For a moment she turned shy. He lifted her chin with the tip of his finger. "You are so sexy."

Buffy raised her hand and placed it on his chest, right above that which she owned. "You make me feel sexier than any man I have ever known," she confessed. The longing in his eyes told her how much he appreciated that comment. "Sometimes when we're making love, I feel immortal because I want to be with you forever. And sometimes when we're fucking, I burn so hot I want to consume you. Take your life so that know one else can ever have you but me."

Her darker thoughts twisted his insides into knots of lust and angst. "When they lowered you in that coffin, I wanted to be in there with you." Lost in her eyes, Xander kissed her furiously, running his hands over her body.

Their tongues danced in each other's mouths, the heat never enough to quench the thirst. Buffy moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection push against her. She shifted, trying to create friction, succeeding but not enough. She slowly began rocking on his cock, rubbing her ass all over his erect shaft.

"Want you so bad," he managed to get out between kisses as the rain picked up outside the car.

"We can't fuck here," Buffy explained, sucking his bottom lip, then thrusting her tongue back inside his mouth. The second she did he began sucking on it, pulling her tongue hard into his mouth. His arms embraced her tight as they moved slowly, but deeply against one another.

"Buffy...please."

His torn voice begged, causing her to rock again, grinding his cock hard. "We can't. Not here in a parking lot."

"Give me something...please." Xander concentrated on her neck, kissing and licking every inch of her heated flesh he could taste.

"Baby," she whispered. "I'll give you a little something. But I'm not sure it will satisfy you."

"Anything from you," he growled against her ear, tugging it into his mouth. "Anything from you is enough."

Buffy pulled back a little. "Stay." One word command. She looked around, observing that the no one was nearby. Slowly, she pulled the bottom of her tank top up, right above both of her breasts. The hard brown nipples stiffened even more as the slight chill of being exposed hit them. Licking her lips, Buffy cupped her right breast and leaned forward.

"Suck."

Xander groaned as he made his mouth form an "O" and brought it to almost touching the end of her breast. He took a breath and blew directly on her nipple. This elicited a stronger reaction from her than he thought it would as she shivered and squirmed on his cock, which brought his manhood to full and painful attention inside his jeans.

"Now."

Buffy's word turned into a sharp gasp as Xander suddenly closed the distance and put his mouth on her right nipple and began to suck and lick the sensitive pebble. He closed his lips tight over the nipple and squeezed as he pulled back making a wet 'thwip' sound as it slipped from his mouth. Buffy groaned softly.

Xander looked up into her eyes. "You taste so good" he said now sliding his hands up her thighs to caress her tiny waist.

"Suck," Buffy ordered again, guiding his head back down to her nipple. Xander took as much of her breast into his mouth as possible and sucked down to the nipple, then again, and again, then he switched breasts and continued. She began to rock back and forth on his now bulging crotch and running her fingers through the back of his hair, gasping occasionally and moaning often. His hands had moved to her ass as he pulled her pelvis hard against himself in time with her rocking motion.

Xander slathered over each of her brown nipples. He took the flat of his tongue and licked from the bottom to the top of her tits and from side to side. Her mounds were now coated with his saliva and he kept it up relentlessly.

He applied pressure as he suckled her nipple, pulling and tugging the tip. Buffy held his head in place as he pleasured her, sucking one nipple, and then the other, giving both equal attention.

After several minutes of this, Buffy stiffened and pushed his face harder onto her breast while grinding her crotch on the bulge in his jeans. Her sex rested right above his as she made hard circles, slow and torturous. He took her nipple into his mouth then and gave it a gentle bite that pushed her over the edge. Buffy made small jerking motions on top of him for several long moments that slowly tapered off until all Xander heard was a muted whimpering from her as he let her cradle his head against her chest. He ran his hands down her smooth back and over her ass, marveling at the fact that she had orgasmed just from having her nipples sucked. he added smugly to himself.

When her small spasms ended, he leaned back a bit to look at her. Buffy was in quite a state. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes bright and so full of life. Her breasts were slick and shining from his efforts, and not just the nipple. She was wet from the top of her mound, all around the slope, the sweet curve he loved so well.

Finally, Buffy leaned back and looked at him with hooded eyes. "I suppose that was more for me than you."

"You've always been a little selfish."

"I think now though, you know that I can make it up to you in so many different ways," she reminded him as she kissed him. Xander pulled her shirt down and wrapped his arms around her waist. They shared a deep, long, wet kiss.

"I love you so much it scares me," Xander admitted as he pulled back, his fingers touching her face.

Buffy closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. "Would you die for me?"

"Yes." There is no doubt in his voice.

"Would you kill for me?" Her face was so close to his that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face.

"Yes."

"Could you kill me?"

"If you were turned, yes. I wouldn't want you to live that life."

"Do I scare you?" Her eyes turned nearly as dark as the sky above.

"No. You never have." Her face seemed expressionless to him. She got this way sometimes. She’d just ask him questions out of the blue. Odd questions. But he always answered her. And never questioned her about it.

Buffy opened her eyes to look at him. She spoke very slowly. "Don't you ever worry about what would happen if Angel returned to Sunnydale as a human?"

Her face didn't betray whatever intent her question carried behind it. That really didn't matter to Xander anyway. "If he regains his humanity, so be it. But he can't have you." Slowly, and with seductive intent, his hand moved under her shirt and cupped her breast with a firm grip, causing her to moan. Her breath hitched when he tweaked her nipple between two fingers before moving his hand over her beating heart. "He can't have this. This belongs to me. You've given this to me and I'm never giving it back."

The darkness lifted from her face almost in an instant. It amazed her that he always had known exactly what to say to her, how to reach her when no one else could. "Good." Her hand came to rest above his over her shirt. "I don't trust this with anyone but you. The love you give to me is precious. I hope I return it half as well."

"You do. Trust me."

Then the door opened and Faith climbed in, carrying three Styrofoam trays. "I knew you two would do something," she joked as she slammed the door. "I expected you guys to be humping on the floor of the back seat. But once again, you guys must want to be seen. Messing around in the front seat does little for privacy."

"Did you get my sausage muffins?" Xander asked as he kissed another kiss on Buffy's lips.

Faith rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I got what you want."

Buffy tossed her a raised eyebrow, then slowly got off Xander's lap.
"I'm going to the ladies’ room. Faith, hand me that blue Nike bag from the back."

Reaching behind her, Faith grabbed the bag and handed it to Buffy. "Gotta change those panties, huh?"

"Fuck you, Faith."

"Anytime, B," she said, now moving into the front seat. Playfully and without warning, she took a seat in Xander's lap and gave him a big, loud, sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Anytime."

Buffy walked away. Instead of jealous feelings, she fought back the warm feeling of seeing Faith's long dark hair wet around her face.


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"Spill it, Xan," Faith teased while sitting in his lap. "What were you guys up to?"

He bit back a groan as she shifted a little. Having her sit on his already painfully erect penis wasn't helping. "That's privileged information, Hillary."

"If you tell anyone my middle name I'm going to kill you."

"And you know what? The fact that you've tried in the past and failed doesn't speak well of your Xander-killing abilities. You better stick to vamps."

A sincere smile came across her face. The fact that their friendship was strong enough to joke about her dark times before she entered prison always gives her hope. If he could forgive her then anyone could. "I deleted my Xander-killing abilities a while ago."

"That's good to know, Faith."

Smiling down at him, she wiggled on purpose. "You seem to be in pretty bad shape there." She leaned down, not right in his face. "Want me to help out?"

"If I were single we'd be in the back seat right now."

"Whatever would we be doing?" Faith asked as innocently as she could, now running her fingers through his hair.

"Get up, Faith."

She sighed, not quite feeling defeated, but just a little disappointed. With a devilish grin, she moved off his lap and leaned over Buffy's seat, perusing her magazines.

Leaving her upturned ass right in Xander's face. She began to sway back and forth seductively, before finally moving to the back seat when she saw Buffy walk out of the restaurant.

"Bitch," Xander said before Buffy reached the car.

"If you want it, just ask for it."

His eyes caught hers in the mirror again. He had to turn away. She got to him still.

Buffy opened the passenger-side door and climbed back in. Reaching over, she grabbed Xander's cock through his pants.

"Hey."

"Just checking."

"You know I wasn't going to cheat on you." Xander smiled as he said this. Their relationship was very open and honest. They could say anything to each other. Even things most people would find somewhat disturbing.

Buffy took a satisfied glance at Faith in the backseat. "I know."

Rolling her eyes, Faith handed Buffy her tray, then handed Xander his. "You gonna eat while driving?"

He was already biting into one of the sausage muffins. "Yeah," he replied, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. "This is easy driving food. I'm cool."

Now back on the highway, everyone dug into their breakfast with gusto.

Buffy used her plastic knife to cut her pancakes. "Thanks, Faith."

"Don't mention it," she replied while biting into her grilled ham and cheese sandwich. "But you can mention what you and Xander were doing in the car that forced to to change your panties and freshen up."

"Is the result from yesterday’s little show an increase in your curiosity of our sex life?" Buffy asked while sipping her orange juice.

"I thought you were going to say it was none of my business."

"Faith?"

"Yeah, Xan?"

"We liked it when you watched us yesterday," he admitted. Buffy gave him only a passing glance, but added nothing to his comment.

Faith was not caught off guard by what he said. She had just about figured that considering how they acted when it happened. "You guys got a voyeur streak going?"

Buffy had to laugh a little at that. "No one has ever watched us have sex before. It was..." she paused for a moment. "Interesting."

"Interesting?" Faith knew she was going to press the issue on this. "Buffy?"

"Yes?"

"Tell me about your sex life?"

Things were getting a little dangerous, but not really uncomfortable. After the last year she'd had, Buffy didn’t feel as shy or coy about things as she used to. Her confidence in herself and her relationship with Xander gave her a freedom of speech she had not enjoyed in the past. Plus, she was feeling a little naughty, anyway.

"Are you going to answer, B? Or chicken out?" Faith challenged from the backseat.

Buffy looked to her lover, who seemed more interested in hearing her answer than annoyed at Faith's question. "Okay."

Faith finished off the first of her two sandwiches. "I want positions and places. Longest time ever and hardest orgasm ever."

"I'll talk, but you'll get my answers, my way."

"Xander," Faith whined like a child. "Buffy won't tell me about her sex life the way I asked her to."

He just shook his head, wondering how this triangle of friendship led them to this forthcoming conversation. "Just sit down and be quiet, Faith. Buffy will answer in due time."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

"That's okay, Buffy-Bear."

"BUFFY-BEAR!" Faith shouted, her food nearly flying out of her mouth. "You guys are such saps."

Buffy turned in her seat. "We are not saps, Hillary."

Faith face set in a deep frown as she stared at the back of Xander's head. Buffy smirked at her.

"I don't hide anything from Buffy," he added in a somewhat serious tone. "Not even your sweet little middle name."

Pushing aside her urge to choke Xander, Faith decided to press on with the main topic. "Ball’s in your court, Buff."

Dabbing a napkin on the side of her lips, Buffy tried to put into words what she still sometimes marveled at. "I don't want to say the sex is fantastic, even though it is." She saw the smile form on Xander's lips. That made her smile, too. "But we are so much more than great sex."

Xander listened intently.

"Two weeks ago on a Saturday, we didn't get out of his bed all day. From that night before to about 6:00 PM that Saturday evening, we must have made love seven times."

"S-e-v-e-n t-i-m-e-s," Xander said slowly, turning around and nodding his head with pride. Faith gave him the finger.

Buffy laughed at their exchange. "We didn't put on any clothes. The only times we left the bed were to go to the bathroom and the refrigerator. Other than that we made the most passionate love anyone could ever imagine over and over. It was unbelievable. He must have said he loved me a hundred times."

The jealous wave that came over Faith was not towards either of them, but of what they had. She suddenly fell silent.

"Now when we fuck," Buffy said with a wide grin. "We *really* fuck."

"Details, baby. Details." Faith perked up immediately.

Buffy could see the pride shining on Xander's face. "There was this one time in the basement of my house on the washing machine."

Xander immediately began clearing his throat loudly, hoping to sway Buffy from that particular story.

Faith picked up on that pretty quickly. "What's wrong, Xan? What don't you want me to know?"

"Oh it wasn't embarrassing, Faith," Buffy added. "It was fantastic. It was just short."

"Do tell."

"Dawn and my mom were upstairs putting their clothes away that they just took out of the dryer. Xander came downstairs with me. Before I could load the dryer, Xander started kissing me. And I mean he really kissed me. A second later we were all over each other. I was wearing a skirt that day. Xander picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were just devouring each other. He was grasping my ass, squeezing hard. That always gets me going." Buffy was not sure why she added that last part. Or why Faith stared right at her in the mirror. "Anyway, the dryer happens to be just under the stairs. We could hear my mother and Dawn talking while they were putting their clothes up. By then we couldn't take it anymore. We had kissed too much. He was hard and I was wet and we had to do something about that right then and there. We just couldn't control ourselves."

Faith leaned forward between the seats. "Give it to me."

Buffy turned her head, finding that her face was closer to Faith's than she had anticipated. "Xander sat me on the washing machine next to the dryer. I pushed my panties aside and he unzipped his pants," Buffy licked her lips and closed her eyes. Faith wanted to.... "We had the hardest, fastest fuck in recorded history. We both came so hard we thought we were going to knock the washer over. The whole thing lasted two minutes. Xander must and gotten twenty strokes, tops."

"T-w-o m-i-n-u-t-e-s," Faith teased, now staring at Xander.

"I can't be the Marathon-Man of Sunnydale twenty four hours a day," he explained while laughing.

Buffy patted his thigh to reassure him. "You know how good he is, Faith."

"Yeah, I do." Faith leaned back in her seat.

Buffy felt she had one last thing to add. "No matter what we do, or how we do it, or what we agree to, or what we disagree over, his heart belongs to me and mine to him. That's why everything is so fantastic. Whatever happens in our bedroom...or any bedroom, stays there. Outside, there's just the two of us. There is no room for anything else."

"And that's how it is?"

"Take it or leave it."

Faith thought to herself with a grin. "Cool."

Xander just kept on driving.


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Salvatore Rentals
Sunday, June 5. 2002 11:45 AM
Sunnydale, Ca

It's said that a man felt most powerful when a women served him.

But he felt like a God when she sucked his dick.

The leather of his office chair stretched as he leaned back in it. His pants and underwear lay on the floor a few feet away. Cindy was kneeling between his legs at the moment.

And she ain't looking for change under his desk.

"That's a good girl," Tony Salvatore moaned as his hands played in her blonde locks. With his eyes closed he enjoyed the suction of her lips around his shaft as his hand moved with her head up and down over his lap.

Over and over she took him deep, bobbing her head, hoping to impress the older, powerful man before her. She had heard from a few other female employees that he was weak to women. She knew she could use that. Coming from a poor background, she saw an easy mark. A man whose ego, along with a few other body parts, could easily be stroked. The end result could only benefit her in the long run.

College ain't cheap. And contrary what most people thought, even pretty white girls had trouble paying their bills.

Cindy worked hard to make this good for him, taking long slow sucks, moaning around his cock. His five-inch penis was small enough for her to deep throat, so she did, causing him to groan and whimper. She added a twist to her head with each downward such. Every now and then she’d pull up and tell him something like "Tastes so good" or "I've never done this before. Please show me how to do this right."

Yeah, right.

Cindy had been sucking cock since the ripe old age of 16, and she was damn good at it. In Tony, she saw a slightly overweight man with a smoking habit and an obvious Hair Club for Men membership. But he was rich and had a lot of influence in town.

He was a made man. Had been for years. As his mistress, she hoped to cash in on his lust for young girls. In exchange, if she had to endure five-minute sexual penetration and deal with a few carpet burns on her knees, then so be it.

"You're such a good little whore," Tony snarled, his fingers combing through her hair. "Suck it. Fuck, suck it good."

And she did.

Vigorously so.

She could feel the tell tale signs of his impending orgasm. His cock throbbed and convulsed quickly, then dripped a few ounces of cum in her mouth. She faked a choking noise and he gripped her head to hold her in place.

She was playing him just right.

Cindy fought off the urge to laugh when she raised her head and took a few deep breaths, giving the appearance of being exhausted. "Did I do okay? That was my first blowjob."

Though he had already fucked her twice last night and once this morning, he finally convinced her to suck his cock four minutes ago. "You did alright for your first time. But don't worry. You'll get better. You'll certainly have lots of practice."

she thought to herself, eyeing his flabby gut. "I aim to please. And I just love your cock. I can't get enough."

"Just give me a few minutes, sweetheart. Then I'll give you all you can handle. "Go brush your teeth, then we'll open the store."

"Okay." Cindy got off the floor, grabbed her clothes and exited the office.

Lighting a cigarette, Tony put his clothes back on, feeling pretty damn good right now. At age 52, Tony had had plenty of encounters like this one, even though he'd been married for over twenty years.

In his eyes, a man did whatever he wanted.

And that was it. Period.

Smiling to himself, he put back on his diamond rings and Rolex, then stepped out of his office and into the front area of the rental store.

For some reason his eyes immediately locked on the key wall behind the counter.

"WHAT THE FUCK!," he shouted out loud to himself as he noticed the keys to the Escalade he put up there last night were gone. Frantically, he moved behind the counter, checking the other key rings, then the behind the counter drawers and shelves. His heart began beating wildly as he now fell to his knees and checked the floor.

Cindy came from the back area adjusting her skirt. "Tony, are you okay?"

With a grimace, he stood to his feet quickly looking all around. "I drove the black 2002 Escalade here last night. I can't find the keys."

"Oh, I know where they are."

Tony stalked over to her. "Where are they?" he asked in a cold, harsh voice, his eyebrows knitted together.

Cindy took a step back, wary of his intense gaze. "A guy came in this morning. He had paid for the gray Escalade, but it wasn't ready. So I gave him the black one instead."

Tony backhanded her so fast that the blow barely registered until the blood from her lips began flowing as she collapsed on the floor. The blow twisted her head slightly, now causing pain in her neck.

"YOU STUPID BITCH. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK YOU HAVE DONE?" he cursed down at her. Rage shone clearly in his eyes.

Cindy began scooting away from him on the floor. "Why did you hit me?"

"Get the fuck up." He watched her cower away. "GET THE FUCK UP NOW BEFORE I BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!"

Cindy stood on wobbly legs a few feet away.

Tony walked over to her and grabbed the back of her head. He wrenched her head backwards and stared into her eyes. "Pull up this guy’s file. I want a phone number and an address right NOW!" He released her, watching as she got behind her computer terminal and began looking for the information. Thoughts of calling his brother quickly dissipate.

"Tony?"

"You better have something," he ordered, coming up behind her.

Cindy was afraid, but tried to remain calm. She could feel him towering over her. "The guy’s name is Alexander Harris. He lives in an apartment building at 908 North 2nd Ave. His phone number is 410-1312. It's our same area code. I also have his cell number."

"Call him right now and tell him to bring the car back. Make up any excuse." Tony began pacing the floor.

Cindy turned around in her chair. "There's no answer at his house. I left a message on his answering machine."

"Then try his fucking cell phone." His anger grew, and patience with her was wearing thin

Cindy let the phone ring and ring as long as she could. "No answer."

"How long is his rental for?"

"Ten days."

Pounding his fist on the counter, Tony cursed to himself. He turned toward Cindy again. "Get your shit and get the fuck out of here."

"But I thought we were going to spend the day together. Go shopping."

"If you don't get the hell out of here in five minutes that lip with be the tip of the iceberg. Get the fuck out of here now." Tony rushed back into his office and made a quick call.

"Stevo, get Herc and Clyde. We gotta make a run. And make sure you bring that master key thing."

(We whacking somebody?)

"We'll see. Get oto hto here now." Tony hung up the phone in a slam, then leaned against his desk.


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The Magic Box
Sunday, June 5, 2002 12:00 PM
Sunnydale, Ca

"You're stacking them wrong."

"Will you just shut the bloody hell up," Spike shouted over his shoulder as stacked a shelf with small jars of bat blood.

Anya walked out from behind the counter, her hands on her hips. "I am the Big Bad here Mr. Ain't-had-a-job-in-a-hundred-years. You will do as I say. Now take down those jars and stack them right."

There were times, though rare these days, when he wished he could just go back to his old ways and choke people that annoyed him. Slowly he turned around to face the former revenge demon. "How many different ways can you stack jars filled with bat’s blood? You either stack them up high or across. You only have two options. Two. Not three. Just two. Stacking jars is not rocket science."

"You will respect my authorita," Anya said, using the phrase she learned from an episode of South Park. "You will stack these jars of goat’s blood..."

"Bat’s blood you dimwit."

"That's what I said No-Reflection Man."

Spike rolled his eyes and went back to his task. He hid his grin and restacked the jars.

A triumphant smile came over Anya's face. "See Spike. Now doesn't that look so much better?"

"No, it doesn't."

"Well, as manager and part owner of this kingdom."

"Store."

"Hush, whelp," she chastised in typical Anya flair. "As I was saying, as manager and part owner of this kingdom, I make all the rules." She watched his head sway from behind. He was mumbling something. "I know you're mocking me. Don't mock me. I'm your boss. Cease the mocking at once."

"I'm not mocking you."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are. I saw all the head moving and heard the quiet making fun of."

"Now you’re seeing and hearing things," Spike teased. "Look over there. It's an invisible customer. Why don't you go and help him and leave me the bloody hell alone."

"Oh, I wish you would just fall on a stake."

"Can't get your mind off penetration, can you?"

"Oh, if I had my powers..."

Turning around, his lips curled into a most annoyed expression.. "You'd do what? Make my penis shrink? Make my hair fall out? Well you can't. The only thing you can do now is annoy me to no end with your constant, never-ending complaints." Taking on a slightly feminine pose, he truly began to mock her. "The customer is always right, Spike. Let go of that headlock, Spike. Fat women deserve service too, Spike. Stop stealing out of the cash register, Spike. Don't drink on the job, Spike. You have to come to work everyday, Spike. Do not go anywhere near the Buffy-Bot, Spike."

Anya stood up straight and tilted her head, fully intending to return the favor. She sucked in her jaws for effect, eliciting a growl from him. "Buffy, I love you. Please, please, please give me a chance. I know I had sex with a robot and stole your underwear, but you need to forget all that. I'm a sexy, daring vampire who lives on the dark side. I'm cool and wicked slick. I wear leather in the summer time because it's cool and I'm cool, no matter stu stupid I look or that it's 88 degrees most of the fucking time. My ‘don't give-a-damn’ attitude is so appealing. Never mind my receding hairline and cheeks that looked like MY FACE IS IMPLODING! How could any women resist me? Let’s go up to my tiny attic apartment and have a go at it in my bunk bed with the Buck Rogers sheets. Why? Because I'm Spike, and I make $6.00 an hour. I used to kill people, but now I stock shelves and sweep floors."

Spike was not deterred in the least. "I still bagged the Slayer. Rocked her world for a day and a half."

"And she felt disgusted afterward. As I'm sure most of your past lovers have."

"She wasn't disgusted for over 24 hours. I staked her until she couldn't take it anymore," Spike said with a grin as he moved a little closer to her. He looked over her body from head to toe, admiring her sweet little figure. "Now why don't we address the real reason why you've been riding me so hard lately." Anya felt the hairs on the back of her neck rise and he moved in closer. "Are you feeling a little lonely, my pet?"

Anya stood her ground, despite the uneasy tension she was now feeling due to being so close to him. "No. Of...of course not." She looked away.

"You sure?" Spike stepped closer, now able to see the faintest hint of cleavage through her blouse. "I know it's been a while for you. And I know it can't be easy, what with your ex banging the Slayer every chance he gets."

"Xander can do whatever he wants. We've been over with for a long time." Her face suddenly turned into a smirk. "I know he's giving Buffy all she can handle. Judging by the amount of times I've noticed them after they've banged the gong, I can tell she can't get enough."

"Aren't you the same way," Spike fired back. His hand rose to brush some of her hair off of her face. His gentleness surprised her. "You look so hungry."

It had been a while, though she loathed to admit it. "Get back to work, Spike."

"You don't want me to get back to work, and you know it. I can see it in your eyes. You want to play in the rain but you're afraid of getting wet."

Anya repeated that phrase even as her eyes betrayed her. She looked over his body and could only think of... "Giles will be back on Thursday. We have things to do."

His voice became dark and sultry as he peered down at her. "How about we close up for the day? Ain't nobody thinking about magic during this storm." He felt her shiver when his hands came to rest on her hips. "You know you want it. That's why you've been bustin’ my chops for the last three weeks. I bet you haven't had that little pussy treated right in some time."

"How dare you speak that way to me?"

Spike leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I can smell you."

"That's Sure, Spike. Strong enough for a man, but made for a woman."

"That's passion, luv. Hot enough for a man, but lusting for a vampire."

"I would never have sex with a soulless vampire."

Spike smiled mysteriously. "I'll keep that in mind." Turning, he went back to work, deciding to leave things as they were for now.

Anya stood there, trying not to stare at his ass, or his shoulders, or remember the way that girl sounded two weeks ago when she found him having sex with her in his room when she was opening the store in the morning. The way she screamed and begged for more.

Lucky for her, the front door opened, with Willow, Tara, and Dawn walking in. She welcomed the distraction.

"We got $40.00 dollars worth of Taco Bell," Dawn exclaimed as she folded her umbrella. "Lunch is served."


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"How's your old man, Red?"

Willow was still getting used to Spike actually caring about what happened in the lives of people other than Buffy and Dawn. He never looked at anyone when he made a comment about how they were doing. It'd taken months, but he'd finally been somewhat forgiven for what happened between him and Buffy. She was as much to blame as he was. "Better, Spike. Thank you for asking. How's your day been?"

The vampire sneered at Anya who sat across from him. "Queen Anya-dala is in charge until Jar Jar Giles returns from merry Ole England. I'm in Anya-Hell right now." That got him a few smiles from around the table.

"I think this floor needs mopping," Anya said while biting into her Burrito Supreme. "Spike..."

"I'm not mopping the dang floor today. You're just trying to annoy me to death.... again." He felt a little kick under the table from Dawn. She was constantly reminding him to be nicer if he could. For her, he tried to do just that.

But it wasn't easy. When Anya wasn't looking he made a choke pose with his two hands toward Anya, but Dawn shook her head and he dropped his hands back to the table.

Willow and Tara were never more amazed than when they watched Dawn and Spike together. When Buffy died he didn't leave her side for anything. And he fought along side the Scoobies the whole time. Now a whole year later, with months past when Spike knew he had no shot with Buffy, the fact that he had remained with them and done everything they had asked of him had earned him some respect. He knew complete trust was something he would only enjoy with Dawn, so he concerned himself with that for the most part.

"Guess what, guys?" Dawn said with pride, ready to divulge her secret. Everyone looked up. "Okay, first off. Spike, you might be a little mad at me."

"Not possible," he replied with what they thought was the hint of a smile, but on Spike's face one never could tell.

"It involves Buffy and ano guy guy."

"Nibblet, I'm over your sister." he remembered with an evil grin.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Dawn pressed on. "I convinced Buffy to go out with Xander." She looked around the room, but found their faces less surprised than she had expected them to be. "Buffy and Xander. Dating. Buffy and Xander dating," she spoke with her hands. "What's with you guys?"

Willow and Tara shared a curious glance, having already caught their two friends without their knowledge. Tara found them upsingsing up a storm against a tree one night in a cemetery. Willow accidentally caught sight of some backseat loving the other day. Anya knew when Xander had had sex from the look on his face. A look that Buffy now shared as well. Spike could smell their combined sweat all over them.

"What?" Dawn asked, looking all around.

Willow changed the subject by asking Dawn what they should do for the rest of the day. Anya decided to call Giles to give him his daily update.

"Spike, could you help me grab something from the top shelf in the basement?" Tara asked out of the blue, rising from her chair.

"What do you from need down there?" Willow asked.

"So Bakana roots. Don't worry about it. It'll only take a minute."

"Make sure he stays away from the You-Know-What-Bot," Willow whispered.

"I have enhanced hearing, Willow."

"I said ‘you know what,’ Spike. You don’t know what." Willow gave him a teasing smile and even kicked his leg when he walked by. Everyone except Xander physically messed with him more now. Faith would pat him on the back after a hard night of Slaying. Giles shook his hand three weeks ago after he saved a pregnant woman on a bus filled with vampires. A "Thank you" from Buffy was not unheard of these days, even with their recent history. Willow and Tara had even had him over for dinner twice in their new apartment.

Spike followed Tara into the back area and downstairs, shutting the door after they walked in the basement.

Spike ran his fingers through his hair. The nervous tension was clearly apparent on his face. "Did you get it?"

"Tonight."



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Route 395
Sunday, June 5, 2002 2:00 PM
Enroute to Las Vegas

"Faith?" Xander called from the backseat, his fingers tracing the condensation on the window.

"Yeah?"

"You do know the speed limit is 60 MPH, don't you?"

"Stop being a backseat driver." Faith stepped on the gas, now doing 90 MPH. "You have got to air this baby out, Xan. We all don't drive like Grandpa Giles you know."

Buffy laughed in the front seat. "And you were complaining about his lack of speed just yesterday. I think you just like to be in control."

"Damn control freak," Faith agreed, nodding her head to the new Ja Rule song on the radio.

"Is this a two on one?" Xander asked with a grin.

"Not yet." Faith felt both pairs of eyes turn on her. She just kept on driving.

Xander stared out of the window, just taking in the scenery. He leaned way back and relaxed. "Faith?"

"Alright, alright. I'll slow down."

"That's not what I was going to say."

"Spit it out then."

"I'm very proud of you."

Buffy observed Faith's reaction out of the corner of her eye. She seemed to be in deep thought.

Faith's eyes remained on the road. "Thank you." She added nothing more.

Xander knew that Faith was a woman of few words when things became serious and personal.

Last time was not only when she opened up to him, but it was the last time they were together physically also.

Only the smallest amount of guilt fluttered inside of him and he remembered the night he made love to Faith in his apartment. The night they almost became more than they were today.

After nearly three months of trying to convince her, Faith finally tried to contact her mother, who Willow managed to track down. Diedra Williams had moved to Los Angelus, which made a face-to-face meeting possible. Xander told her that she needed to make the effort for herself. To show her mother that she survived it all and got herself together.

Never let it be said that the child could not inspire the parent.

Mustering up more courage than she cared to tell anyone she had to, Faith made the phone call and arranged to meet her mother at her apartment one evening in late April. When Faith arrived she found her mother living in a filthy small studio apartment.

It's been said that when a person drank so much for so long the smell of alcohol could get in their skin. From the first hug of mother and daughter in almost seven years, that possibility was evidenced in fact.

They talked for about an hour, light stuff at first. Faith couldn't believe how old her mother looked, or her weight loss. Her mother was still in-between jobs and now living alone.

There were fresh needle tracks on her arm.

Even still, Faith tried to help her. She offered to pay for her to enter one of the better drug treatment centers. She also offered continued financial support if she would just try to go clean.

Her efforts were rebuffed. Her mother accused her of trying to run her life and show off. Faith tried to explain, detailing her jail time and her own drug addiction. She even forgave her mother for the past, stating that the only thing they could deal with was the here and now.

Faith told her she was willing to try, despite it all. She offered to help her start over. Told her she would even move to LA if that would help.

Diedra asked her for a few hundred dollars to help her catch up on her bills. Faith pulled her checkbook out of her purse and told her mother to go get all her bills and she would write the checks for them, or as many as she could. Diedra turned angry, stating that Faith didn't trust her. Faith said the explained that the fresh needle marks on both her arms were testament that she couldn't.

A hard slap was her reply. Diedra told her to leave and never return. Told her that she didn't want to see her *accident* anymore. Faith knew she did all that she could do. She returned to Sunnydale heartbroken, but determined to get on with her life.

She had tried and that's all anyone could do.

For some reason she sought out Xander that night when she arrived back in Sunnydale. She found him at home and confided in him what had happened. She talked non-stop for two hours, telling him things she had never told anyone. Through tears and a lot of screaming, she exhausted herself.

She cried in his arms and spent the night in his bed. Sometime in the pre-dawn hours they made love under the covers. It was far different than the first two times between them. This time they were so much softer with each other. There was so much more tenderness involved, more kissing and touching. Afterward they discussed it. Xander admitted he felt something for her, but his feelings for Buffy were still too strong. Faith admitted that being out of jail only a few months, coupled with a lot of other stuff didn't make for a person being ready to fall into a relationship.

They decided to remain friends.

No one, not even Buffy, knre that she began seeing a rape counselor two days later to help deal with the sexual abuse she suffered at age 12. She went four or five times a month to talk and deal with what happened. Teri, her counselor, had even asked if she would like to become a mentor for teenage girls at her youth center.

Xander remembered when she told him at work. Blinking his eyes, Xander realized he dozed off for about half an hour, taking a trip in the not-so-distant past. He shook away the mental cobwebs, running his hand over his face. Listening closely, Buffy yawned and shuts her eyes for a moment.

"Hey," he gently nudged her arm. "You falling asleep on me?"

"Almost," she hummed in a soft voice. "You know how rainy days affect me."

"Come back here."

Buffy caught the interested look on Faith’s face. She took off her seatbelt and climbed in the backseat. Xander pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her. "This is more comfy than the front seat. That steering wheel was digging into my back."

Xander adjusted his seat, giving them as much room as possible. Buffy's back was to his chest as he held her close. "You weren't complaining too much." Xander saw Faith adjust her mirror. "Did I say that loud enough?"

"Yeah, baby. The audio and visual are crystal clear. You two feel free to do anything you like."

Buffy laughed in his arms. "I get the feeling this show will be much more boring than yesterdays extravaganza."

"With you two horn-dogs, cuddling won't last for long."

Xander felt Buffy snuggle in his embrace. He knew that the joy of holding her while she rested, knowing that she was safe and protected, was something he would never take for granted. He couldn't help himself, now pressing soft kisses to her cheek and neck. Nothing sexual, just affectionate.

Buffy purred like a cat from the attention. "You're so good to me."

"I try," he replied while squeezing her tighter. "I don't know what it is about your skin." He continued kissing her neck, now working on her shoulder. "I just love the way you taste."

"How do I taste?" Buffy looked up and sure enough, Faith's eyes were glued on them.

His mouth suckled her pulse point. "You taste like love." His lips slowly traveled to the side of her face. "You taste like lust." She turned in his arms as their lips touched feather light. "You taste like life and chocolate swirled into one. You taste like everything I love in this world."

Buffy caressed his cheek with her hand. "When did you become such a sweet talker?"

"I've got the Love Channel as part of my Encore channel digital cable package. Some nights when you're not with me and I can't sleep I turn it on."

"So you're saying that I may someday hear those exact words you just spoke to me from an old movie?" Love shone in her eyes even as she teased him.

"Let me put it this way. If a black and white movie called "Dream of Life" ever comes on, just ignore it. It's not very good," he smiled, then kissed her, softly, taking his time to enjoy her lips.

One part of Faith was repulsed by the sappy display in the backseat. Another part craved it in a way she could never explain.


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Xander's Apartment
908 North 2nd Ave.
Sunday, June 5, 2002 2:00 PM
Sunnydale, Ca

"I found something."

Tony moved from Xander's bedroom into the living room quickly. "What?"

Stevo held up four colorful pamphlets. "These are travel brochures to Las Vegas. I found them in the bottom of his trash bag. Seems your boy took him a little trip to Sin City."

"Fuck," Tony cursed, slamming his fist on the wall. He began pacing the room. "Herc?"

"Yeah bossman?" Herc said, moving his immense body out of a closet.

"Contact that Fed, Kilner. I want all credit card purchases by Alexander Harris pulled up from the last three weeks up until now. Make sure they look for hotels, condo's, any place you could spend the night at."

"Gotch boss. I'm on it." Herc pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.

Taking out a handkerchief, Tony wiped sweat from his brow. He nervously reach behind him and took a seat in one of the kitchen chairs.

Clyde tossed Xander's mail back in the small desk drawer in his living room. "Boss, you want me to put Fat Joey and his boys on alert in Vegas. They owe us a favor."

"No. We're not bringing anyone into this, do you here me," Tony snarled, his face a of of frustration. "Once we learn where the kid is we're hopping a short flight there. No one but us even needs to know this ever happened," he said, now looking at everyone in the room. "Have I made myself clear?"

A nod from everyone settled the matter.

"Anything at all in his mail, Clyde?"

"Nothin that will help us, boss. Kid's pretty clean. I found his car note and an electric bill. That's about it."

Tony lit cigarette and took a long drag. Walking over to a kitchen window, Tony peers outside.

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Route 395
Near Cajon Pass
Sunday, June 5, 2002 3:30 PM
Enroute to Las Vegas


Costing about $55,000 dollars, the Cadillac Escalade was, simply put, a luxury car built in truck form. It came with the absolute best of everything, both for comfort and convenience. The third row seat of the Escalade was almost as big as a love seat.

Perfect for Buffy and Xander at the moment.

Though his feet rested on the floor, hers curled up around his kneecaps. Buffy laid on Xander's chest, resting with her eyes closed, his jacket covering them like a makeshift blanket.

In the front seat Faith was just flying down the highway despite the rain. Her music was pumping loud, she had her seat back and her "Bitchin’" baseball cap was cocked to the side.

Cool as ever.

Faith rocked to her ‘Best of Aerosmith’ CD she’d created herself from Napster files. "Steven Tyler has got a tongue that would probably make a girl not be able to walk for a week."

"Hey," Xander felt Buffy laugh in his arms, "You're supposed to be asleep."

"I never said I was asleep," she amended with her eyes closed. "I said I was *sleepy*."

He had always found her sleepy voice cute and couldn't resist the urge to kiss the crown of her head. "Are you comfortable?"

"I'm in your arms." She said nothing more and received another kiss for answering in the way she did.

"You guys awake back there?" Faith rumbled over a pothole with no trouble at all.

"We're awake," Buffy shouted above the music. Xander's hand began stroking her hair and she couldn't help but smile in his sweatshirt. She also felt the need to tease him a little. "I see you're still suffering from a certain...affliction." Her right hand snaked between them and she cupped his semi-erect penis through his jeans. "Oh, poor baby," she cooed while smiling at him.

Xander hummed in her ear as she massaged his cock with her hand. "You're just evil." He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his lips as her hands went about their wicked ways.

Buffy loved toying with him. "I left you all high and dry, didn't I?"

"Truer words have never been spoken."

A very naughty, very un-Buffy like idea came to her mind. She tilted her head. "Hey, Faith?"

"Yeah, B?"

"Can I play with Xander?"

"Depends on what you mean by play," the dark-haired Slayer replied, turning her windshield wipers on. "You talking GameBoy or something that usually requires a cigarette afterwards?"

"The latter." Buffy sat up a little, now straddling Xander's lap, pressing her sex right on top of the bulge in his jeans. "When you left to buy us breakfast me and Xander fooled around in the front seat."

"Do tell, Slayer-Sis."

"Mmmm," Buffy sighed from the warm feel of Xander's hands on her hips, caressing her thighs, gripping her ass. "I let Xander suck on my nipples for a little while."

Faith had to clench her legs together. Since Buffy went without a bra today, Faith had gotten quite an eyeful of Buffy's perfect little nipples. "That's all?"

"We pretty much dry humped each other until I came," Buffy explained as she looked down into Xander's eyes, watching for his response. "But poor Xander here has been hard all day."

Faith could see the faintest hint of lace sticking out of Buffy's jeans. "Why didn't you guys just fuck?" she asked, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter as she watched Xander squeeze Buffy's ass hard.

"You weren't in the car." Buffy gripped Xander's cock again, never breaking eye contact. She knew what she said would make him throb in her hand. She felt so powerful and free right then, very much in control. And very aroused. "His cock is so hard, Faith." Her voice came soft and innoc

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Breathing heavily, Xander pulled her down and began kissing her. The kiss was hungry and rough, born out of need rather than passion. Playfully, Buffy tried to move away, but as soon as Xander's long, flexible tongue trailed a blazing passage along her bottom lip, she melted into him, and relaxed. His tongue stabbed at her closed lips demanding entrance to a haven he knew would taste like sweet honey and more. She slowly opened her mouth, allowing him entrance. At that point, her senses woke up, and decided to add to the sensations she was experiencing by fully returning his kiss, stroke for stroke, thrust for thrust.

When they eventually came up for air, they were panting breathlessly and their heads were swimming. It was a delirious experience, similar to the one they shared earlier. Xander placed his forehead to hers, and sighed contentedly, the taste of Buffy still swishing around his mouth and taste buds. "Tease," Xander began. "It's not fair to lead a man on like you have."

Buffy slowly ran her tongue over her lips, loving that dark, hungry look Xander's eyes took on when he wanted her. Wanted her so bad he couldn't think of anything else. "I have done no such thing."

"You gave me a little taste. You know that's never been enough for me." His fingers grazed the side of her face before reaching for a single strand of hair that had fallen in her eyes. He rubbed the silky strands between his fingers, bathing in the smell of strawberries and cream that wafted from the strands.

Xander's large hands were placed on her shoulders, and traveled southwards to her fingers, where they interlaced. A shiver ran through her body, pooling deep between her legs. Releasing her hands, Xander traveled even further south, pulling her tank top up, fingers now dancing just above her naval under her shirt. Knowing what his touch was doing to her, he began tracing lazy circles on her soft skin with feather-light grace. Buffy, once again, shivered violently. "Now, now. What do we have here?" he asked, feeling her warm, bare flesh beneath his touch. "Mmmm, Buffy skin."

"You like?"

"I love." His hand then slowly slid higher, his fingernails dragging over her ribs.

"Will you two just shut up and fuck," Faith ordered from the front seat. "You’re wasting time with the goddamn foreplay."

Buffy smiled at the annoyance in Faith's voice. "What do you want us to do?"

Faith had to look Buffy in the eyes when she asked that question. She turned around for a brief second. "You serious?"

"Are you?" There was a challenge in Buffy's voice. Faith had been playing games all day.

Xander caught the heated gaze between the two women. He decided to let them play this one out.

Faith's eyes returned to the road, but s