Passion On Prom Night

CHAPTER TWO; PASSION ON PROM NIGHT
SONG; I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU – THREE DAYS GRACE

The kiss between Cordelia and Xander was more than just heated; it was passionate, full of desire, full of lust and there was no stopping it. Their lungs were screaming for them to gasp in oxygen, but they refused to break away from one another. Instead they breathed roughly through their noses, keeping their eyes shut tight as their tongues attacked one another. His mouth was hot against hers and Cordelia enjoyed it; she enjoyed the moistness and the feeling that had once been so familiar to her, but was now almost a stranger. Her hands were gripping tight at his shirt now; so tight she was surprised it hadn’t ripped and she was almost certain Xander’s finger prints would be bruised against her flesh for the next couple of days where he was clutching at her sides so desperately, as if any second now she were going to try and leap away. She couldn’t leap away though; leaving Xander now seemed almost impossible.

Xander’s tongue darted away from hers and stroked along the root of her mouth causing Cordelia to groan, the sound vibrating against his lips. Her hips bucked downwards and she ground down against the bulge beneath her, the feeling making her skin tingle as the material of her underwear and his trousers blocked any real contact. “Shit, Cordy...” Xander groaned throatily, finally departing from their kiss as he let his head fall back down against the carpet, hissing air through his teeth as he felt her grind against him, the feeling making him lose all sense of thought and control. It wasn’t as if either of them had much experience and right now, they were just letting their bodies do whatever, trying not to put much thought into it, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment that had suddenly sparked between them.

Soft locks of hair fell down onto Xander’s shoulder and across his collar bone as Cordelia ducked her head down, her warm mouth spreading kisses across the pale skin of his neck, her eyes still closed. She was almost afraid that if she opened them, this would vanish. These warm fuzzy feelings would disappear and everything would go wrong. She didn’t want that. Cordelia did hate Xander, some part of her always would, but he had done a nice thing for her. He had made her feel wanted, made her feel special when she had been at her lowest, and been at her most vulnerable and she wanted to show him that she was thankful for that. Perhaps it made her a bad person to be acting on those impulses, but she couldn’t help it. She still felt for Xander; she always would feel for Xander and unfortunately, tonight she wasn’t strong enough to fight that want. She was giving in to temptation one final time. And apparently, she was giving into it on the library floor.

For a few moments, Xander lost himself in the feeling of her moist mouth against the flesh of his neck, merely lying back and enjoying it. When he felt her nip at flesh playfully with her teeth, he bit down on his lower lip, breath catching in his throat. His hands moved away from her hips, stroking downwards, grasping at her thighs. His fingertips soon found flesh rather than material on one side as he was greeted with the parting slit of her dress. Her skin felt as smooth as he had imagined it would when he first saw her in the dress earlier on that night. He wanted to feel more of it though; this wasn’t enough for his greedy hands. Shifting his way inside the slit, he moved that one hand up, allowing it to glide over the outer flesh of her thigh, her back reflexively arching ever so slightly so that her chest pushed against his, clothes rubbing together. Both hearts were pounding faster than normal, blood pulsating through their body in a throb they could both feel in their nether regions.

Biting down on her lower lip when Cordelia felt his hand slide through the entrance of her dress slit, the kisses that she had been spreading over his neck – which smelt strangely delicious tonight – came to a stop and finally, she dared herself to open her eyes. They fluttered open and slowly, she lifted herself up so she could see him. Pulling her body up into a sitting position, she remained straddling him, her hands loosening their grip on his shirt so her palms were flat against his chest instead. Xander’s own eyes opened and he stared up at her. Both of them were breathing heavily, panting for air and their lips were smeared with lipstick thanks to Cordelia. Lust and desire swirled around in their eyes and they could both see it in one another. Cordelia’s fingers danced up his chest teasingly, before snatching hold of the undone tie, grabbing both sides of it and tugging roughly, forcing Xander to sit up. Their chests and mouths collided together, one of Xander’s hands lifting and snatching hold of the back of Cordy’s had, fingers entwining themselves tightly in her hair as he pulled her face as close to his as physically possible, the other hand remaining on her thigh.

It wasn’t long before Cordelia’s hands had pushed the black tuxedo jacket off of Xander’s shoulders, letting it pool to the floor afterwards and her hands managed to finger all of the buttons on Xander’s shirt, leaving it open, revealing the flesh that was hidden beneath hit. Her hands slipped inside the entrance of his shirt, fingertips running along the bare skin of his barely toned abs, feeling him jolt ever so slightly against her touch. It had been a while since Xander had felt Cordelia’s touch. It was so different to Faith’s. Faith’s had been aggressive, controlling...she had made it obvious who was in charge, but Cordelia was gently attentive, she was almost shy. Xander appreciated it more. While Faith had certainly given him the ride of his life, she had also succeeded in degrading him and making him feel partially powerless. Cordelia’s exploring hands brushed over a particularly sensitive area and Xander was forced to part from their passionate kiss, a soft and somewhat nervous laugh parting from his lips. “Tickles.” He murmured against her lips lightly, his voice husky and deeper than normal.

Cordelia couldn’t help but find it somewhat adorable and a breathy laugh parted from her own mouth as she leant her forehead against his, swallowing hard. Her hands stopped their exploring, merely resting above the waistband of his pants, still hidden inside the shirt. Xander watched her for a few moments, a look of admiration hidden within the lust and pleasure, before slowly tilting his head to the side. He pressed his lips against the right of her neck and almost instantly, Cordelia let her head fall to the side to allow more access. Her hair tickled his face as he continued to kiss his way down, enjoying the scent of perfume as he got lower, reaching her exposed collar bone. He nipped playfully at flesh, taking pleasure in the way her breath hitched audibly. He nuzzled the area he’d gently bit, swallowed hard in a second of hesitation and nerves, before dipping his head lower. His mouth opened, closing around the flesh that had become exposed during their miniature fight, taking the hardened pebble into his mouth and allowing his tongue to swirl around it. The touch was almost cautious, as if he were unsure if what he was doing was good or not.

It was good. Cordelia’s hands gripped noticeably tighter against his sides, nails leaving half moon marks in his sides and she took in a sharp intake of breath. Xander repeated the action, moving his tongue for a second time and once again, he got a positive response as the female’s back arched, effectively pushing her breast further against his mouth. The teenage boy became more confident now, daring to suck lightly, his hand abandoning her thigh and moving upwards, slipping the strap that was still in place off of her shoulder. Almost instantly the dress fell from her chest, pooling around her waist and almost instantly, Xander’s hand latched onto the other breast with his hand, moulding it into his palm.

“Xander...” Cordelia breathed out in a sound that was blended into a mixture of a sigh and a moan. She bit down on her lower lip, eyes half lidded, breathing becoming somewhat difficult as he touched her two sensitive bumps with both his tongue and his hand. There was now a heavy throb in between her legs, her body begging for some form of release and she could tell by the way his erection was digging into her that his was the same. Rational thinking had gone out of the window a long time ago and there was no chance of it coming back. Forcing her eyes completely open, Cordelia prodded Xander rather harshly in the side to get his attention.

“Ow!” Xander’s mouth instantly released Cordelia’s breast as he brought his head back up to glare at her, his expression demanding to know what that had been for, seeing no logical reason for the physical harm.

There was logical reason though because even in the midst of all this passion, Cordelia was well aware they were still on a library floor and weren’t hidden from view should anyone decide to walk in. “Don’t be such a baby.” She snapped at him with a roll of her eyes, though her voice wasn’t as harsh and spiteful as it usually was. It sounded out of breath and out of balance. “While you might not care if somebody walks in on us, it’s not exactly my idea of a turn on.” She commented with a nod and with that, she shrugged her shoulders lightly, pulling herself off of his lap and into a standing position. Thankfully for her, her dress stayed around her waist, not quite falling all the way down and while she didn’t lift it back up, she did wrap her arms around her chest, while her eyes scanned the library, searching for a nice quiet area.

Xander, however, didn’t search. He was too busy finding offense in her words, much like he usually did, even when she wasn’t purposely offending him. “Oh yeah, because being caught with me would be such a damage to your reputation. Now there’s something I don’t miss...” He muttered as he lifted himself from the ground as well, brushing his trousers off with a roll of his eyes.

“Excuse me?” Cordelia demanded, her head snapping to look back at him. “That wasn’t what I even meant! However, it is a very valid point now that you’ve mentioned it...we only have days left until graduation and I would like to keep that single shred of dignity I have left. I lost most of it when I dated you after all....” She scoffed carelessly with a nod, arms still hugging around her.

Xander stared at Cordelia in disbelief, his hands resting upon his hips and his chest still on show. “Wow, Cordy...” He muttered, shaking his head. “You know that little voice in the back of people’s heads that warn them before they say something stupid and insulting? You don’t have one!” His voice was getting louder now, his lust turning into frustration, much like it often did with Cordelia.

“Yes I do! I just chose to ignore it. It’s not like I care if I insult you!” Cordelia snapped back.

“God, I hate you!” Xander hissed through his teeth and there was actually some truth behind those words. He hated that she could knock him back and make him feel so small with just the flick of her tongue. He hated the fact that she looked so hot when doing it. He hated the fact her arms were blocking him from seeing and touching her breasts.

“Yeah? Well I hate you too!” Cordelia half-yelled back, stamping her foot as if to emphasize her point, her cheeks somewhat flushed due to their previous actions and her flustered anger. The action of her stamp caused the dress to slip from its place around her waist and suddenly, it was by her feet, leaving her standing there in nothing but a rather sexy little black thong. Wow...this is awkward...She thought to herself, wrinkling her nose up slightly.

Xander opened his mouth to tell her he didn’t care whether she hated him or not, but all ability to speak was taken from him as her dress fell. His eyes widened slightly and he licked his lower lip almost hungrily, eyes gazing up and down, taking in her practically naked form. Oh yeah; he hated her – hated the fact he wanted her so much, that is. He finally managed to make eye contact with her face once more and saw the desire from earlier returning to them. The way he had just looked at her, with such need, with such want, it had reminded of her the passion she felt for him and made her forget her anger. No sign of hesitation, Xander moved forward and his arm snaked around her waist, violently pulling her towards him. He pulled her body flush against his and her arms fell away from her chest, breasts connecting with the bare skin of his pectorals causing him to moan deeply as their mouths met in another searing kiss – a kiss that would most likely leave their lips swollen.

Cordelia whimpered in defeat and took a breath in through her nose as their lips met once more and as soon as she felt his tongue slice across her lower lip, she parted from him, her own tongue darting forward to meet his once it slid into her mouth. She pressed her body further against his, pushed her hips into his, ground into his erection, ran her fingers through his hair...her body seemed to be having a mind of its own and her actions were wild, passionate, demanding but at the same time clumsy. Seconds later though, she was pulling away again but this time, she didn’t say anything. Breathing heavily, her hand snatched hold of his, entwining their fingers before pulling him towards the book shelves. Xander followed her, tripping a couple of times in his rush. He no longer seemed bother about the fact Cordelia wanted to go to more a secluded area. In fact, he seemed in more of a hurry to get to said secluded area than she did. He didn’t pay attention to his surroundings, merely followed Cordelia like a little lap dog. Her hand soon fell away from his and he heard a door click shut. That was when he decided to look around. There were a couple of shelves, books, strangely a lot of paper, a window with blinds...there was a loud crash and Xander snapped his head in the direction it had come from.

He saw Cordelia perched up on a desk, the lamp and books that she had just shoved off now sprawled out on the floor in a mess. She had a sexy and seductive smirk upon her face, her eyes glossy with mischief as she leant back on her hands, one leg crossed over the other. She might be inexperienced, but Cordelia would always have confidence as her backup.

Xander knew where he was now. “This is...Giles’ office.” He told her slowly, almost as if he thought she wouldn’t understand. Was she seriously suggesting they have sex in Giles’ office? Oh god; sex. He was going to have sex with Cordelia Chase. How had this happened? It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, he just wasn’t sure if he knew how to. Well, of course he knew how, but last time, Faith had pretty much done all the work and while both girls were just as demanding, Cordelia had a way of being brutally honest and he cared more about her opinion and oh god, she looked hot in that pose and sex and – Get a grip of yourself, Xander!

“Yeah...” Cordelia said just as slowly, nodding her head three times, before the smirk on her face widened ever so slightly. “What’s your point?” She asked with a simple shrug of her shoulders, clearly not understanding the big deal.

“No big deal, it’s just...Giles’ office.” Xander repeated, just in case she hadn’t heard him the first time. “What if he finds out? Oh god; you broke his lamp. Of course he’s going to find out. And are you even sure you want to do this? I mean – “He continued to babble like the idiot he could be quite often and Cordelia sighed impatiently. Slipping herself off of the desk, she walked towards him and pushed the palm of her hand against the bulge in his pants. He instantly shut up, a lump forming in his throat at the pleasurable touch.

“Xander.” Cordelia stated, staring up at him with stern eyes. “Shut up.” She ordered and on that note, she applied just that little bit more pressure, rubbing her palm against him.

“Okay.” Xander agreed almost instantly before leaning down and capturing her mouth in his once more. He didn’t bother asking permission this time, his tongue dominantly slipping in-between the folds of her mouth almost instantly. Cordelia kept her hand there for a while, caressing him through the material of his pants, rubbing him hard. However, as the kissing grew more intense, she withdrew her hand and moved it to rest on his bicep, the other one doing the same as she began to walk back, pulling him with her. They stumbled backwards, refusing to break their kiss as he guided her back towards the desk she had just left. Cold wood hit the back of her thighs once they reached it and she broke away from the kiss to gasp in oxygen. Xander didn’t seem to break though; he dipped his head to the base of her neck and pressed a kiss there while one of his hands glided down her abdomen. It slipped itself in between her legs and he pressed his palm against her heated core, causing her stifle a whimper. He rubbed once and much like he had done earlier with his tongue on her breast, he kept his ministrations slow at first; as if he were experimenting what she enjoyed most – what made her make the loudest noise. He was still learning after all. They both were.

Slipping his hand underneath the material of her wet thong, he slid two fingers along the slick folds and felt her body shudder against him. Cordelia’s head tilted back and her legs shook slightly, but thanks to Xander’s body being pressed against her, she didn’t buckle to the floor. Her reactions only made him more confident and actually a few experimental strokes, he slid one finger into her tight sheath, biting down on his lip at the way the muscles automatically clamped around the intrusion. Cordelia let out a throaty moan and her hands dug into the flesh of his arms. Her breathing laboured and Xander couldn’t help but smile lightly, his forehead now resting against her collarbone, eyes closed as he tried to keep himself calm and in control, though that was proving to be difficult considering the situation they were in. He withdrew the finger, only to slid it back in, repeating this several times before sliding a second finger in. Cordelia gasped and groaned at the second finger, feeling her body temperature rise, getting hotter and hotter while her thoughts grew fuzzy and spun. Her hands slid away from his arms and managed to reach for his belt, fiddling with the buckle. She failed the first two times to get it undone due to the distractions Xander’s two fingers were providing as they departed and re entered, the ministrations getting faster each time. Eventually, she got the belt undone but that was all she managed as her body jolted in pleasure, causing legs to buckle and her hands to fly back, grabbing hold of either side of the desk to keep her from falling. “Xander...”

God, it sounded so good for him to hear her moan his name like that. He brought his head back, just in time to watch her face crumble as her muscles clamped even tighter around him and her first release hit her. The waves of pleasure crashed over her and her eyes shut tight. Her knuckles whitened as she gripped fiercely at the desk for support and breathing became impossible, her lips remaining parted as her orgasm ran through her like an explosion from within. It began to wear down and finally, she was able to breathe again, panting slightly as her head fell forward to lean against his shoulder. Xander withdrew his hand and didn’t actually move, giving her time to recover, giving himself time to recover from the glorious sight of her seeing her in such throes of passion, knowing it was him – Xander fucking Harris – that had just made Queen C cry out like that and experience what Angel would call ‘perfect happiness’.

After a few moments of silence, Cordelia lifted her head, looking somewhat dazed and shocked as she stared at Xander. He felt his mouth go dry, unsure of what to say or do, suddenly feeling extremely awkward and nervous, almost worried that she was going to just get dressed and leave now. She didn’t leave though. Instead, she slowly pulled herself up onto the desk until she was perched at the end. Her hands reached forward, shaking slightly as she pulled the belt she’d recently undone out of the loops, throwing it to the floor before working on the buttons of his pants. It wasn’t look before she’d pushed his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. Her fingertips stroked along his length now that it was exposed to her and his eyes fell shut almost instantly at her touch. She had touched him before, but it was all so much more intense right now. He didn’t know why and he didn’t care; it felt too good to think, especially when her hand closed around him and began to pump him. It was almost too much to handle. His hips bucked against her automatically and Cordelia couldn’t help but smile, glad that she seemed to be returning the favour. Leaning forward, she allowed her lips to brush against his, the over his shoulder before her teeth nipped playfully at his ear. Her hand fell away from him before he could release and he opened his eyes, feeling somewhat abandoned and rejected.

“Xander...” She breathed against his ear in longing. “I want this, okay?” She reassured him, almost as if she had only just heard the rant he’d gone off on earlier, about whether she actually wanted this or not just because they were in Giles’ office.

Time seemed to freeze when she whispered this and Xander panicked for just a few seconds. Okay; she wanted this. He wanted this. It was simple. Except it wasn’t simple; it was nerve wrecking. What if he did something wrong? What if she changed her mind half way though and screamed at him? What if Giles found out because of the lamp? What if – Cordelia’s mouth brushed against his nipple and Xander forgot about all of the ‘what ifs’. His hands moved to grip at her thighs and Cordelia couldn’t help but laugh playfully at the ferocity he put into it. She leaned forward and gave him a chaste kiss, before slowly lying down, her back pressing against the desk as she spread her legs even more for him.

Xander stared down at her, seeing nothing but pure beauty; that was a faint sheen of sweat on her body from her first release and her hair was wild, knotted in some places as it spread out beneath her. Her breasts were open to him, lifting up and down heavier than normal and the sight of her glistening underwear was enough to make him bite back a groan. His hands moved further up her thighs and he hooked his thumbs underneath the straps of her thong, gliding it down her legs until it was off completely. He shuffled forward; boxers and trousers still wrapped around his ankles and positioned himself in between her legs. So many emotions coursed through him as he stared at down at her, her wide eyes staring back up at him with anticipation. He felt so many things; lust, power, dominance, manly, nerves, fear, confusion. He hadn’t expected this to happen when Cordelia had first walked into the library. If he had known her gratitude earned him this, he would have bought her a dress a long time ago. As if seeing all the emotions in his eyes, Cordelia shifted her hips just that little bit closer to the edge so her core was just an inch away from his member.

Xander didn’t need any more convincing and he moved the head of his member in between the folds of her most sacred area, pushing into her slowly. He shifted himself in slowly, inch by inch and when he felt that barrier of thin skin, he paused. He bit down on his lower lip – he felt excitement at the fact that it was him who was taking Cordelia Chase’s virginity, but he stayed patient, knowing it would hurt. Cordelia’s back had arched delicately when he first began to enter her, though when he paused, she knew why. This was going to hurt; it was an unfamiliar intrusion after all. She sucked in a big gulp of air before giving him a nod of encouragement to show him she was ready. Xander blinked, waited another second before forcing himself all the way in. He felt the skin snap and groaned at the feeling of being completely inside of her, muscles tight around him, suffocating him in a pleasurable way. Cordelia cried out, tilting her head back slightly as her eyes shut tight and her fingernails scratched at the wood of the desk, trying to grip onto the flat surface. Xander opened his mouth as if to apologize, and then realized that would probably just sound dumb and stopped himself. He felt almost helpless for a few moments, keeping himself stilled within her as she panted for breath, trying to recover from the pain. Hoping to calm her body down, knowing it would now be on alert because of the unknown feelings coursing through it, he bent down slightly and closed his mouth around one of her breasts.

Cordelia brought one hand up to rest on her forehead as she breathed in sharply and fast, silently telling herself that it was going to be okay. Her heart was pounding and her body was screaming in protest, apparently not liking the sudden change. Something moist covered her breast and she felt Xander’s lip swirl over her nipple. Pleasure mixed pain and her hand fell away from her face, as she let her head fall to one side. Xander sucked lightly and Cordelia bit down on her lower lip, her back arching upwards automatically into the touch. Suddenly, pleasure began to overtake pain. The throb in her lower regions was no longer a throb of pain, but a throb of lust. She wanted him to move. As if to let him know that it was okay, Cordelia lowered her back down from its arch and instead, ground her hips upwards and into him. Xander hissed, releasing her breast for a few moments. He didn’t need telling twice. He brought himself out of her and moved back in gently. She sucked in air and one hand lifted, fingers running through his hair as she pushed his face back down to her breast. Xander almost laughed at her demanding action, before happily allowing his mouth to explore once more. He drew out again and pushed back in and this time, Cordelia moaned rather loudly, the noise of pleasure echoing around the walls of Gile’s office.

Ha; he was having sex in Giles’ office. He felt so naughty. Heh.

His hips began a rhythm, moving in and out of her tight sheath and he found himself having to pull away from her breast to pant for air. God, he had thought sex was good with Faith, but that hadn’t even been sex compared to this. Cordelia was so tight, so warm, so vulnerable due to her inexperience. For once in his life, Xander felt in charge. He felt in control; he felt like the predator rather than the prey and he actually enjoyed it. He was beginning to forget nerves and confusion. The way Cordelia was squirming and moaning beneath him told him that he was doing something right. He picked up the pace slightly and then, without warning, Cordelia’s legs wrapped around his waist and her hips lifted, meeting one of his thrusts. Pleasure jolted through his body in ripples and he groaned almost as loudly as she had moments ago. Her body lifted back up into a sitting position and their mouths met with a painful crush, tongues instantly colliding as Cordelia’s arms wrapped around him, clinging onto him for dear life, nails digging into his back. The kiss soon broke and Cordelia’s sweaty forehead merely rest against Xander’s shoulder, her hips continue to dance with his, the heels of her feet bruising his lower back. One of his hands rest on the back of her head, holding a fistful of her hair while the other one was holding onto the side of the table for support, to keep himself in balance, not wanting to slip or anything embarrassing like that.

He could feel himself drawing closer and closer, but he begged himself to hold on. He wanted her to come first; he wanted to keep this new found feeling of dominance. He wanted to hear her groan his name in pleasure again; wanted her to know that he had not giving her one orgasm, but two. He thrust a little harder than intended and he wasn’t sure if Cordelia’s cry was in pleasure or pain, though seconds later, she threw her head back. Hair pooled over her shoulders, some strands sticking to the side of her face and she moaned up to the God’s above as another explosion hit her. She looked so amazing when she was lost in passion. Xander decided as he watched her. Then her muscles suddenly became tighter and there was no holding on for him. He felt himself come inside of her and silently prayed it would avoid any eggs waiting to be fertilized. He stilled inside of her, one hand still gripping at her hair, the other moving to rest on the small of her back, pulling her hips closer to him, their hip bones actually rubbing together in a somewhat painful way where they were so close. All the muscles in their body were tense right now as their orgasms coursed through them. Moments later, he felt Cordelia’s body go limp in his arms and her head fell forward, forehead resting against his chest as she gasped desperately for oxygen. He kept his eyes closed and didn’t move. He merely held her close, enjoying the moment, remaining within her even when his orgasm had stopped. He just held her and for a few moments, she let him.

Neither of them wanted to ruin it and they knew that if they moved, it would all be spoiled. Happy moments were always spoiled when it came to Xander and Cordelia.

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A/N; OKAY. There is going to be one more chapter, but that is it. The next Chapter will be the final chapter and I warn you, it will be the unhappy ending. If you would prefer to leave it where it is now and make up your own ending, you’re more than welcome. In fact, you can even review and tell me what ending you would have given it from this point of view. :] Even if you do read the next chapter, review anyway. Reviews are totally love. And I apologize for any mistakes. I do proof read my work, but I miss things easily and I don’t have a BETA yet.