The Road Not Travelled

TITLE: The Road Not Travelled AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 3 of ? FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer SHIP: Xander / Faith RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three SYNOPSIS: What could have happened if Faith hadn't simply kicked Xander out of her room once she was done with him in the episode Zeppo DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com Chapter Three - The Date The ice-cream parlor was a couple of blocks from the theatre and Faith was a little startled when after a few steps Xander took her hand lightly in his. She looked at him for a moment, and then with a soft smile added her grip to his. There didn't seem to be anything that needed to be said and they walked in comfortable silence, hands linked and arms lightly touching. She felt strangely light, almost floating next to him on the heady haze of happiness that bubbled up inside her. For, the first time she could remember, she wasn't Faith-The-Runaway or Faith-The-Badass-Bitch or Faith-The-Slayer, she was simply Faith, a girl out on a date with a guy she liked. And, she did like Xander, maybe even a little more than like, but that thought was still a little scary. "Penny for your thoughts." He offered as the ice-cream parlor came in sight. "I'd have to give you change." She countered and he chuckled. "That's okay. I've just never seen you smile quite like that before, granted I've only known you for a couple of months." He continued. She frowned. "How was I smiling?" she asked curiously. "It's hard to explain. It was soft and just a sort of quirk at the corners of your mouth, yet it went all the way to your eyes and at the same time it was kind of... radiant and serene. I liked it, it suited you." He explained, letting go of her hand and opening the door of the ice-cream parlor for her with a gallant gesture for her to enter. She laughed softly and made a show of sauntering through the door. She liked the way he made her laugh. It wasn't just amusement, it was just simple joy. She could hear the difference, her normal laugh had always had a shadow of sardonic scorn to it. With him, it didn't. They ordered cones, his vanilla and hers chocolate. The shop was empty and they took seats at the counter. The ice-cream was good, but Xander seemed suddenly fidgety and seemed to be looking everywhere, but at her. "What is it?" she asked, with the firm belief that the other shoe was finally about to drop. He sort of ducked his head in the goofy way he had and as she looked closely, she could have sworn their was a blush on his cheeks. "What is it?" she repeated her question, and she could hear the anxiety in her voice. "It's... It's nothing. I'm sorry." He hedged. "Sorry, for what?" she asked a bit louder and more sharply than she intended as she raised her defenses, preparing herself for the inevitable. "Hey... Hey... Take it easy. I'm sorry. It's nothing. I promise." He tried to reassure her. "Then tell me." She insisted, surprised by the apprehension that was suddenly and unexpectedly gnawing at her. "Come closer and I'll tell you." He told her and after a moment she leaned forward. "Errrrm how do I phrase this? You know what you did the morning after I spent the night?" he asked, toying with his ear. She assumed his first question had been rhetorical, but nodded to the second, smiling slightly with the memory despite her current mood. "Well..." he paused and took a deep breath. "When you... The ice-cream... You look... It looks... and I..." he tried to explain in a rush, surreptitiously gesturing to his crotch as he crossed his legs. "Sorry." He finished and he seemed to be apologizing as much for the inadequacy of his explanation as for his behavior. She frowned and then the realization hit her what he had been trying to say. "Oh." was her soft response. It was actually quite cute and she raised her hand to cover her mouth and stifle the inappropriate laugh, a mixture of relief and amusement, which seemed to want to bubble out of her. "It not funny. Well... not that funny." He told her as she failed and a little chortle escaped despite her efforts. "Oh.. X. You are one of a kind." She informed him and pressed her lips to his. She felt his lips shift into a smile under hers. They shifted apart and, unable to resist, she lightly ran her hand across his crotch, finding him hard and making him jump slightly. He gave her a sharp look and she returned it with an innocent smile. "Are you in any rush to get back to Sunnydale?" she asked and he shook his head. "Good. Give a minute and we can get out of her." She informed him. "Where to?" he queried. "I'll tell you when I get back." She stalled and asked the guy behind the counter where the bathroom was and followed his directions. She looked at herself in the mirror. The intensity of her reaction to the thought that what she and Xander were sharing was over had surprised her. It was so new and fragile, and she had not believed she had invested so much hope into it. She hadn't known how much she wanted this, because she had, had no clear idea what this was going to be. The bathroom, like the ice-cream parlor was empty and she quickly did what she had come there for. She stripped out of her panties and with a little effort, also removed her bra. She stuffed her underwear into the pockets of her denim jacket and straightened her dress. The material whispered against her skin and her unrestrained breasts shifted slightly, her nipples grazing against her dress and stiffened in reaction. She tried to adjust her dress, to hide the growing peaks, without much success and with a shrug she grabbed her jacket and left the bathroom. She watched him when he caught site of her and she saw his eyes widen slightly and she smiled. He had noticed her subtle change of attire. For, all his uniqueness, he was still a guy after all. "So... What do you want to do?" he asked when she came to a halt in front of him, noting that he had to raise his eyes to meet hers. She leaned forward. Brushing her breasts against his chest and whispered in his ear. "Why don't we take a little drive along the coast, find a nice secluded stretch of beach, make out a little and then have sex. I know its not first date etiquette, but everything except the last is negotiable, Xander." She suggested directly. She heard him swallow heavily. "That sounds like a plan." He acknowledged and slid off his stool. She found herself leaning back slightly against the touch of his hand at the small of her back as he led her out of the ice-cream parlor. They reached his car, and again he opened the door for her, but instead of entering she turned and pressing her body against his. She tilted her head up and his lips met hers, his arms enfolding her as they kissed long and languidly. They were not alone on the street and they received a few stares. He broke the kiss and urged her to get into the car before they did something that could get them arrested. She laughed and did as he told her. He raced around the car and in a moment they were making their way out of the town and down the coast road. She tried to snuggle against his side, but he couldn't change gears and she reluctantly moved away. After about ten minutes the lights of the town had faded from view and he turned off onto a little gravel road and after another five it ended at a sandy beach. He turned the car off, but left the headlights on, leaving a circle of white sand illuminated. She made to climb into his lap, but ended up frowning as he opened his door and got out of the car. "Come on." He told her gesturing with his head for her to exit as well, his smile open and inviting and she did as he asked, his word soft over the rhythmic hiss of surf hitting sand, a short distance away. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it into the car before he ducked back into the car while she exited and static from the radio filled the air as he fiddled with it. He shifted across a couple of stations and then made a sound of triumph as the signal cleared and the deejay announced the next song was 'The way you look tonight' by Michael BubblŽ. He held his hand out to her and she let him pull her into his arms as the first strains of the song reached her ears. He was being uncharacteristically bold and she liked it as her held her close to him, his hands resting on the small of her back as she rested her cheek on his shoulder and he swayed them slowly to the beat of the song. She reached behind her and took his hand and shifted it from where it respectfully rested on the small of her back to her ass. His other hand followed suit without her urging. "You took your underwear off." He commented. "You noticed." She quipped and sighed as he cupped her buttocks lightly and her breasts flattened and shifted against his chest. She let one of her arms drape loosely over the back of his neck and wrapped the other around his waist as they moved slowly to the music. "This is nice." She murmured and she felt him press his lips to the top of her head, and she tightened her grip on him, just a little. "You're nice." He told her softly as they continued to move in the circle of light produced by the headlamps. The cynical part of her wanted to ask him if he was kidding. No one had ever called her that. She had been called, many, many things, most of them less than kind, but never nice, and never in that slightly awed, honest tone of voice. She didn't know what to say to that and instead tilted her head and kissed the side of his neck as an acknowledgement of his words. She lifted her head and met his eyes. "If, for some reason, I don't tell you later, thank you for tonight, for this, for everything. She told him, her voice sounding funny, rough to her ears and her throat felt suddenly tight. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear vision that had suddenly became blurry. Hey, no need for that." He told her and she felt his finger under her chin, lifting her head to meet his gaze. "It's just a date, Faith. After one or two more of these you'll realize how much of a shmu..." he started, but she silenced him by firmly pressing her lips to his. "Don't finish that sentence, Xander." She warned him and brushed the unshed tears from her eyes. "One or two more?" she asked. "At least." He replied with a wink and she couldn't help, but smile. That's what he did for her, what he did for all his friends. She had seen it in the short time she had been around the Scoobies. He wasn't the best fighter or researcher, but without his spirit, she doubted the little group would have survived as long as they had. The song ended, but they didn't stop their slow swaying movement. She wondered if this was what I felt like to be a normal girl, it was a goddamn emotional rollercoaster, but at the same time, it wasn't all bad. "We've done what you wanted to do, now I guess it's my turn." She told him and reached behind her and took his hand. "And what's that?" he asked. "The non-negotiable thing I mentioned earlier." She replied with a wink of her own. She turned and led him to the rear of his car, opened the door and pulled him in after her. The car was a classic and the backseat was large and spacious. "Come here." She urged him as she pulled him on top of her and into her arms. She guided his face to hers, and once he had engaged her in a deliciously deep and searching kiss, she started scrabbling at his belt. She made a sound of dissatisfaction when he lifted his head and broke their kiss and insinuated his hand between them to still hers before she could lower his zipper. "Slow down, Faith. I'm not going anywhere." He urged her and reluctantly she acquiesced, but did run her hand lightly up the throbbing bulge in the front of his pants before running it up his torso and chest over his shirt. He didn't stop her when she started to undo the buttons of his shirt, but she kept her pace slow, rather enjoying the feel of his skin under her fingers as she exposed and explored it. They shared short, hungry kisses and she sighed into his mouth as she felt his hands slide along her legs and up to her thighs, beneath her dress. He raised his head and they smiled at each other. "While I've got you here, there's something I want to do that fits rather nicely with what you want to do." He told her, putting just the slightest emphasis on the word 'I'. "And what's that? She asked, shifting her head slightly to the side quizzically. She watched him lick his lips, and his eyes narrow slightly as he tried to find the words he need. "Maybe, I should just show you?" he suggested and she could see a very bright gleam in his eye. She nodded and he started to shift back, even as his hands slid higher, causing her dress to ride up. He planted a kiss on her exposed cleavage just under the little alligator he had given her and kept moving down. She felt his lips again, below her breasts, warm through the satiny material of her dress, and then again at the top of her taut belly. She took an educated guess as to what he wanted to do and willingly lifted her buttocks to allow him to hike her dress up passed her hips and expose her crotch and sex. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it to the floor of the car and then he lowered his head between her thighs, which she eagerly spread. He guided one of her legs over his shoulder, laying a gentle, sucking kiss on the inside of her thigh. She anticipated the first touch of his lips and tongue on her swollen, wet, sensitive folds, but still wasn't quite prepared for it as her hips rose involuntarily, her shoulders pressed into the leather of the eat and a soft gasp escaped her lips before her teeth pinned the lower one behind them. He lapped at her, hesitantly at first, but then with growing confidence. She released her lips and licked them as she undulated against his mouth and exploring tongue as it delved into her, sliding between her folds and wriggling its way into her intimate flesh, making her breath hitch and her belly quiver with the surges of pleasure he produced. She reached forward, and with a little bit of a strain was able to run her hands into his hair. "Oh, Xander. That feels so good!" she encouraged him and her fingers tightened in his hair and she groaned loudly as his sucking lips and swirling tongue found the pearl of her exposed clit. His technique was rudimentary and tentative, but he was attentive, and a quick learner. He found and repeated the things that brought the strongest reactions from her. Her sex clenched and flooded her juices onto his nimble tongue. He raised his head and it took all her will not to force his head back down to her crotch. Looking down at him, she could see his lips, chins and cheeks glistening with her cream and his teeth flashed in a broad grin. "Jeezus, Faith. You taste... amazing." He complimented her with an enthusiastic awe, which she found both adorable and endearing. "Don't stop." She instructed him, her voice low and sultry, but with just the slightest undertone of pleading she had never heard before. He lowered his head and her eyelids fluttered closed and she could only half raise them again as he pleasured her with his mouth. His hands lightly massaged her thighs as hers massaged his scalp to the rhythm of his sucking lips and lapping tongue. She could feel the energy of her climax building, flaring up and shooting into her body in pleasurable tendrils that made her heart pound and her breathing come in ragged pants. She took one of her hands off his head, found his on her thigh and clasping it, guided it up to her breast. With, her slight urging, his strong hand cupped and squeezed her breasts, the hard, nub of her nipple rubbing back and forth against his warm palm delightfully. She rolled her shoulder, pushing the firm globe of her breast into his caress. Her snatch was clenching and relaxing rhythmically, her hips rolling as she couldn't stop herself from squirming and grinding herself against his mouth. She could feel the strength of her orgasm building, the energy pooling and multiplying inside her. Her nerves sang with it, her blood was on fire with it, making it hard to think, hard to focus. Her life, when she had finally been able to take control of it, sexual and otherwise was about self and instant gratification, and he had her so close, but as enjoyable as it was it was not entirely what she wanted. The surprising realization made her blink. For, the first time she could remember, she wanted more than her own release, she wanted him to share it with her; wanted to feel them reach that pleasurable plateau at the same time. She tried to gather her wits, to get him to stop, but each lapping stroke of his tongue or the drag of his sucking lip on her clit scattered them to a maelstrom of delectable sensations. She grew frantic as he pushed her closer and closer to the point of no return until with a guttural whine she managed to push his head away. He looked up at her confusion marking his expression, his eyes slightly glazed and she had the fleeting realization that he had been as affected by what they were doing as she was. "So good, but not this way... Want you... Us... Together... Xander... Please?" she tried to express her desire on panted breaths. She hardly recognized her voice, the desperate need and begging whine sounding complete foreign to her. She condensed her plea by simply casting all her desire into calling his name, which seemed to break through to him and he shifted, moving up her body. She reached for and undid his pants and zipper. Her fingers felt clumsy in her haste as she pushed his pants down and then went to work on getting him free of his boxers. He groaned heavily from above her when she wrapped her hand around his hot, throbbing member, which twitched in welcome of her touch. He hovered over her as she guided him between her legs, his breath hot on her cheek as she slid his thick, pointed dick head through her moist folds and to her entrance. He was as eager as she was. His patience worn as thin as hers and the moment she had him in position, he thrust forward. She let out a soft gasp and a slow hiss of breath, her hips rising to meet his thrust. As, slippery and wet, as she was with arousal and need, her tight flesh resisted his invasion with valiant, if unsuccessful effort. Their reward a tingling, sizzling, fiery trail of friction that tightened the small of her back and made her ass cheeks clench. She heard him grunt as her snatch clenched around his shaft, retarding his forward momentum for just a moment before his pubes met hers and his cock luxuriated in the core of her intimate depths. He swooped down and she eagerly opened her mouth to accept his hungry, tongue tangling kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, and in his mouth, his cheeks and chin slick with her cream. They undulated, shifting and grinding together, finding a position that balanced comfort and their need as she drew up and spread her legs before wrapping them around him. He began to move inside her, with shallow, rocking strokes as his lips parted from hers to brush across her cheek and nuzzle their way down the column of her neck. She is on fire as she writhes under him. Her skin tingles and prickles when the material of her dress rubs against it as his body shifts on hers, as his movements grew more exaggerated, his strokes longer and his thrust harder. She digs her hands under his shirt, her fingers finding the slabs of muscles across his broad shoulders and testing them as they flex and shift with his movement. They sigh, murmur, groan, grunt, gasp and whisper their appreciation and enjoyment to each other; adding encouragements, dire admonishments and lavish praises in rushed words on panted puffs of air. She matches him stroke for stroke, her legs tightening around him and her back arching to drive herself up to meet him. His breath is hot on her skin as his lips continue their downward journey. She turns her head to the side, allowing him greater access to her neck and she sees his arm trembling as he takes his weight onto it and frees his other. His strong hand fondles her breast for a moment and then shifts higher to brush the strap of her dress off her shoulder, and with a little more work exposes her breast. She sighs her approval, enjoyment and his name as his hot, wet mouth descends on the tight swollen peak of her nipple and the flesh behind it. He nurses at her with quick, hard suction that forces her shoulder off the seat as sparks of delight ripple into her chest. She is in heaven and the hell of her past and life as a Slayer feels a long, long way away, and it is because of him. Sex had always been an escape for her, but not like this. Here, No with Xander it felt like more. It held promise, potential for something both scary and wonderful, something she had never dared dream of before. These thoughts buzzed and flashed across her mind on the sparking surges of pleasure created by their coupling bodies. Her building orgasm is a wild caged beast, frantic to escape, battering at the cage of her will as its power builds. Each driving advance and sliding retreat feeds it, making it stronger, bolder, more insistent and that much closer to slipping from her control. He lifts his face from her breast with a heavy groan through clenched teeth, his jaw clenched and his eyes half closed with strain. "Just... Just let it go, Xander." She urges him as she feels his thrust grow even harder, but his rhythm had begun to falter. He drew back once more and then pounded into her. His eye caught hers for just a moment and she found a strange calmness in the roaring chaos of sensation and felt her lips shift into a lazy smile, which she swore he returned before the fruits of their exertion caught up with them and he threw his head back and let out a stuttering cry as his cock expanded and pulsed inside her, as he came. The calm shattered, as the beast in her belly took full advantage of its jailors momentary laxness to rip free and rampage through her senses. She cried out as her body shuddered, her spine arching and her muscles tensing and relaxing. Her orgasm felt all the more violent and intense in comparison to their connected moment of calm. Her sex clenched and locked around his thick shaft, testing and savoring its solid resistance to her hot pressure. She felt herself flood with a torrent of molten cream, which mixed with the liquid heat of his seed spurting into her. Her sex began to ripple around him as wave after wave of electric energy jangled her nerves with the pleasure it carried. Her heart felt as if it was trying to batter its way out of her chest and there just didn't seem to be enough air in the world. The stars above her went blurry and seemed to twinkle in the clear darkness. His cock twitched and jerked in her and she heard him half grunt, half groan as he emptied himself inside her. Their bodies and his shaft, softened in degrees and he slumped down on her, spent and unable to hold himself up. All his weight rested on her for a few moments, his cheek on her chest, his breath hot on the skin of her breast, while at the same time cooling the saliva he had left on her nipple. She let out a little whimper as his shaft shrunk out of her, sliding through her sensitive flesh and sending a cascading echo of pleasure and tensing muscles across her overloaded senses. He started to rise, but she wrapped and tightened her arms and tightened her legs around him, holding him in place. "No... Stay." She asked simply and he relaxed, pressing his lips to her skin for a moment. His weight was warm and comfortable and she reveled in the contact of his body with hers and they lay like that, quite and relaxed as they caught their collective breaths and let their pulses return to normal. She didn't stop him when he finally shifted off her with a light kiss across her cleavage. Her dress clung to her skin, damp with sweat. She kept it bunched above her hips as she sat up and then stripped it off over her head. She could feel their combined juices inside her and she reached for her jacket and taking her panties from the pocket, used it to wipe the inside of her thighs. They sat at opposite corners of the back seat. He had tucked his cock back into his boxers, but his pants remained undone and his shirt open, she, naked as she let the sweat dry on her skin and her dress draped over the top of the seat to dry as well. A gentle breeze wafted off the ocean, adding the tang of salt to the scent of sex that lingered around them and played across her skin. Faith had never been one for modesty, but the way he looked at her, brought a slight blush to her cheeks, despite their recent intimacy. His gaze was like a caress, appreciative and somehow tender at the same time. She felt the cool, slight weight of the alligator pendant he had given her resting on her skin and toyed with it, suddenly needing something to do with her hand. "Damn, Faith. You're beautiful." He said softly. "How does he do that?" she wondered. "How could he say something so simple, yet convey so much sincerity and honest emotion?" she continued to question. Men had told her she was beautiful before, for a variety of reasons, mostly involving getting into her pants, but she had never truly believed any of them or felt that the comment went further than skin deep, not until him. He actually made her feel beautiful, not just sexy or fuckable, but purely beautiful. "I could learn to like this." She thought with a certain warmth in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know how to reply to his simple statement, but then realized that he need no reply or acknowledgement. That, was part of what amazed her about him, the more she got to know him. She had never wanted to get to know anyone before. "You, Xander Harris, are definitely not a shmuck." She said, the words issuing from her mouth without conscious decision and in a quiet, but firm and She slid across the seat and into his welcoming arms, snuggling against him. She took his hand in hers, measuring them in comparison and then laced her fingers with his. There didn't seem to be anything they needed to say and she simply luxuriated in his solid, comfortable companionship as they listened to the radio over the soft rhythm of the rolling breakers as they hit the beach. TO BE CONTINUED