The Road Not Travelled

TITLE: The Road Not Travelled AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 4 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 Four Faith woke with a bit of a start and then relaxed. She must have dozed off, they both had, but she must have done so before him because his jacket covered her nudity. The stars still shone overhead, but the sky was already starting to lighten along the horizon as she peered out through the windscreen. She was warm and comfortable and he smelled and felt good, and she wasn't particularly inclined to move, but they had to get back to Sunnydale, some time. She called his name softly and shook him slightly, without much in the e way of response besides an unintelligible mumble. She shifted her head and pressed her lips to his before lightly probing her tongue between them. He opened his mouth and was returning her kiss before his eyes sprang open, wide and then relaxed. They shared a languid, exploring kiss, which she broke with a series of short pecks. "We fell asleep. It's almost dawn." She stated. "You fell asleep, I just followed your lead." He countered with a stifled yawn and she laughed. She slipped from his arms and out of his jack as she reached for her dress. The material was cool as it slid against her warm skin as she slipped it over her head and shrugged it into place. "Now that's a shame." He commented. "What? She asked as she ran her hands through her hair to bring it into some semblance of order. "Nothing much. You just look so cute and sexy, all naked and tussled the way you were." He explained and she gave him an appraising look, not sure if he was kidding or serious. "Seriously." He added, as if reading her mind. "Why don't you drive us back to my motel room where you can get me, how did you put it, all naked and tussled again." She suggested and he grinned. "I think that can be arranged." He agreed and began to button up his shirt. A few minutes later, they had transferred themselves to the front seats and he was turning the car around, heading them back to Sunnydale. "Does Willow know about us? She's been giving me some strange looks." she asked as he turned off the dirt road and back onto the highway. "I don't think so. I haven't told her, but I think she knows I am hiding something. We've been friends a long time." He replied. "So... I take it we have to tell her and the rest of your friends... about us?" she asked, seeking his confirmation. "Our friends." He corrected her. "And, yes, when you're ready to. We don't have to go into all the details, but it will make us dating easier if it's in the open and, trust me, secrets don't last too long or end well in Sunnydale." He acknowledged. She remembered Kakistos, the vampire master and secret that had brought her to Sunnydale, and she had to agree. She was also more than a little impressed at how he had subtly still made it her choice. "So, we're an us?" he asked and she blinked. "I'd like us to try to be." She replied with complete honesty. "Fair enough. I'd like us to try too." He replied with a smile. "Think they'll be okay with it?" she worried. "Doesn't really matter, but I think they will, once the shock and disbelief wears off, anyway." He replied firmly, almost quieting her fears. "Shock? Disbelief?" she queried with a frown. He chuckled. "Relax, Faith. Everything will be all right. Willow's dating a werewolf and Buffy dated a vampire, they should have perspective on the matter. And, Giles, well Giles has a past just like everyone else. I'd like to see where this goes, Faith. You and me. If they don't like it, it will be unfortunate, but it won't change that fact." He told her, his usually playful voice calm and serious, his eyes darting from her face to the road. His words made her heart flutter in her chest and her throat grow tight with the swell of emotion she felt towards him as they traveled on that dark road. If he hadn't been driving she would have kissed him and more, but as it was she limited herself to lightly squeezing his thigh and flashing him a brilliant, grateful smile. "How do we tell them?" she wondered. "We could just let them catch us having wild, monkey sex in the library." He suggested jokingly. "Oh Yes. Up against the book cage; or on the table, or on the stairs to the stacks; or you could have me bent over the counter or..." she elaborated on his suggestion, warming to the subject, her imagination running riot, shifting focus from playing along with him to actually considering the possibilities. "Or... Faith." He interrupted her before she could go into even more detail, his tone giving her a playful warning. "Or, we could just tell them: Hi Guys, we're dating. We could even hold hands, for the look of the thing." He continued. "Hmmmm Simple, eloquent... I like it. Sounds like a plan, but you can put your hand on my ass for the street cred." She amended and he chuckled. "Don't complete rule out the bent over the counter thing, sounds like fun, but maybe without the getting caught thing." he suggested with a grin. "And, up against the book cage too." She quipped back with an answering grin of her own and he gave her a saucy wink. "Will it really be okay?" she asked, her fears not totally stilled, even with the break in tension their banter had given her. "It will, Faith. I promise." He reassured her quietly. Faith's life had for the most part been a string of broken promises and she had long since gotten into the habit of treating them as hollow words, but for the first time in a very long time she found that she could give someone the small kernel of trust she kept hidden and protected from the world. "Okay. We can do it tomorrow." She decided. "Counter or the book cage?" he queried and she slapped his shoulder. "Oww!" he protested, but he was grinning at the same time. "Okay. Tomorrow. Well, later today to be precise." He agreed as they pulled up to her motel room. He walked her the few feet to her door. "I'll see you at the library at three?" he confirmed and she nodded. He stepped forward and slid his arm around her and gathered her into s soft kiss, gentle and only slightly probing. She sighed into his mouth and like in some fifties romance movie she actually felt her leg lift as she leaned against his solid form. He broke the kiss and then placed another lightly on her forehead. "Good night, Faith." He almost whispered and then turned to leave. She was sort of stunned by the intimacy of the moment and it took her a second to react. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him from moving away. "Xander, would you spend the rest of the night with me?" she asked. Her request phrased softly and wistfully as she remembered how good it felt to sleep next to him and wake up in his arms. "I snore." He warned her. "So do I." she countered and he let her lead him into her room. She kicked off her sandals and stripped out of her dress, hanging it away carefully in her bare closet before grabbing and slipping into a clean pair of panties and a tank top. She felt his eyes follow her, a gentle caress and when she returned to the bed she found him removing his shirt, to leave him only in his boxers. They lay back on the bed, shifting to get comfortable as she snuggled against his side and positioned his arms around her. "Do you have an alarm clock?" he asked and she nodded and reached across him, retrieved it from the draw in the nightstand and handed it to him. "I'm setting it for six-thirty or I'll never get up in time to get home, change and get to school on time." He informed her, do just that she nodded and simply let herself relax against him. She could feel the slight weight of the chain and the pendant nestled lightly at the top of her cleavage, real and tangible evidence that the night had not been a dream. She hadn't taken it off, and she didn't intend to any time soon. The beat of his heart was a steady, hypnotic rhythm under her hand where it lay on his chest. He shifted once more to put the alarm clock on the nightstand and switch off the one lamp that lit the room, casting them into darkness and then they were still. Faith's eyes grew heavy and she could feel and hear his breathing grow slower as they both started to drift towards sleep. "Xander?" she queried hearing sleep in her voice. "Hmmmmmm" he acknowledged drowsily." She knew what she wanted to say, but she just didn't know how. "Nothing." She continued lamely. She felt his arm tighten around her for just a moment. "Me too." He murmured and they drifted off to sleep. The alarm clock cut through her serenity like a buzz saw and she felt a sudden pang of disappointment and loss when she came to the conclusion that what she had experienced was nothing more than a dream. Hope flared in her and made her eyes snap open as with a grumble from above her head, a hand that was not hers slammed the alarm into silence. "Xander?" she queried and he yawned his acknowledgement. She let out a warm, soft peal of laughter as an expression of her relief and joy that her date with Xander had been real. "What's so funny?" He asked, brushing her hair out of her face as she looked up at him. She didn't answer him, but simply shifted until his lips were in reach and coaxed him into a long, soft, languid kiss, her hand winding round his neck and her fingers burrowing into his hair and cupping the back of his head while his arms moved around her and gathered her to him. They broke the kiss, smiling. "Yeah... I can see how that could be utterly hilarious." He quipped and gave her a quick light peck of a kiss. She chuckled in his arms and he followed suite, their bodies vibrating against each other with their mirth. She felt herself come alive with desire as she pressed against his solid form, her nipples swelling and tightening, her sex growing moist and open as her thoughts changed from comfort to need. She wriggled out of his arms and off the bed to stand in front of him as he lay on his back. The thin covers did little to hide the evidence that his thoughts had also turned amorous. She let her smile take on a leering and suggestive note and then pinning her lower lip seductively behind her teeth she reached for the hem of the t-shirt she had slept in and whipped it off over her head. She let his appreciative gaze slide over her nudity for a moment before she turned and padded a few steps in the direction of the bathroom, an inviting sway to her hips. "Do you think you have time to share a shower with me?" she queried with a coy glance over her shoulder as she peeled her panties off her hips and let the simple cotton undergarment slide down her legs. She let out a throaty laugh, as she had to hurriedly step out of her panties and rush into the bathroom as he almost lunged out of the bed in answer. She hardly had the water going when he joined her, as naked as she was, having discarded his boxer's enroute. The shower stall was not large and it was crowed with both of them in it, but that was exactly as she had intended it. Their bodies pressed together, his erection hot and throbbing against her belly, her breasts flattened against the solid planes of his chest. His heat was warm against her front and the tiles cool against her back as the water sluiced over them. She turned her face up into the spray for a moment before slicking the water and her heavy, sodden hair out of her face as she moved back to allow him to duck his head under the shower as well. He shook his head like a dog, spraying water everywhere. "Hey!" she exclaimed, having to wipe water from her eyes. "That's Mr. Hey to you." He quipped leaning close and kissing her hard. "Good morning, Faith." He greeted her as he broke the kiss. "Oh... I can guarantee it's going to get better, Xander." She told him, her voice low and sultry as she traced her finger slowly down his chest. He tilted his head and flashed her a speculative, lopsided grin that tugged at heart with its sexy adorability. She continued to let her finger wind its way down and then wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking its length lightly in the circle of her fist. She curled her other arm around his neck and drew the inside of her thigh up along the outside of his before curling her leg around his. Her eyes found his as he slid his hands down her back to cup her ass, fondling them for a moment before his strong hands gripped her thighs. He bent slightly forward and then straightened, lifting her off her feet. She help him as best she could, wrapping her legs around him and locking her ankles across the small of his back as he lifted her above his erection and took a shuffling step forward to pin her between himself and the tiles behind her. Her eyelids dipped as she guided his thick, pointed dickhead between her folds with electric sparks of sensation and settled him at her opening. They kissed, sucking and nipping at each other's lips, tongues lightly and playfully dueling. She let her head loll back and to the side, allowing his lips to plunder her neck and throat and drew in a sharp breath as he groaned against her skin when he slowly released her weight, shifting back slightly and she sank down onto him. Hot water cascaded off him and onto her as he filled and stretched her. She felt the tiles slide up her shoulder blades, the hard pebbles of her nipples drag down along his chest, sparking with an itchy, tingling sensation momentarily hitching against his and then moving past. She releases her guiding hand and wraps that arm around his neck as well and her sex clutches and grips at his shaft, one moment a resistant foe, the next an accommodating ally as he blazes a sizzling trail of friction through her until he is fully inside her. She tightened her legs and they both groan as they shift to find both comfort and balance. She moves her head forward, tasting his skin and lapping water off it as he does the same, his lips creating warm ovals of pressure and his tongue, snaking unidentifiable patterns on her skin. They moved, slowly, experimentally, finding the range of their movement as she undulates and rolls her hips and he thrusts, with his hips and flexing legs. Their strokes are shallow and his thick shaft saws through the tight grip of her channel, keeping her filled and satisfied. Her clit dragged back and forth, caught between his taut, ridged lower torso and the base of his cock sending sweet jolts of electric energy into her belly to pool there in the form of her growing climax and to snake along her nerves as shivering pulses of pleasure that quicken her breathing to a panting pace. She murmurs his name and, he hers, as they strain together, skin sliding against skin. The water sheeting off him and onto her was a warm trickling caress sliding down her body. His strong hand knead her thighs and the lower curve of her butt while she runs hers across his flexing, shifting shoulders and neck, massaging them as she goes. He shifted back, the glass of the shower stall quivering as his back hit it, leaving her head and shoulders pressed to the tiles and her body at an angle to his. Their new position changes his angle of penetration, his thick shaft rubbing and caressing her intimate flesh in subtly new ways. Words trickle from her mouth as she expresses her enjoyment, approval and the emotions he is creating in her with praises and dire repercussions if he stopped. Faith didn't even attempt to stifle the soft cries that flowed out on her panted breath as they thrust and grind together and the surges of pleasure grow stronger, drawing her climax ever closer. He lowered his head and ran his tongue through her cleavage before letting it spiral in decreasing circles until his lips latch onto her hard, tingling nipple of her left breast. Her breath hitched as he sucked hard on her tit flesh while his tongue flicked and rolled her hard peak. She clutched at his neck, pressing his mouth even hard against her breast when he switched to her right breast. She flexed the muscles of her sex, clenching it rhythmically around him and she felt his lips vibrate against her skin as he let out a long, heavy groan. He lifted his head and she could see his jaw clench and the corners of his eyes tightened with the strain of remaining in control of his need and continue their pleasurable bump and grind. Her own climax was a wild, feral thing that powerfully and blithely skipped, cavorted and teetered along the precipice of release as tense nerves thrummed and sang with delight. The temptation to surrender to its siren song of pleasure was growing hard and harder to resist. Their combined efforts were losing their rhythm, even as they increased in strength and speed. He grunted with each, his nostrils flared as he dragged in air. Suddenly he moved forward, slamming her fully against the tiles once more while pounded hard up into her with his back arching and his head thrown as he roared his release. His hips continued to thrust, trying to drive him even deeper into her although they were at the full possible extent of their connection as his cock swelled and deflated with the release of pulsing burst of his seed. His hard thrust and the sudden change in position, pushed her over the edge and her snatch grasped him tight in its twisting, grinding grip as her muscles tensed with the white hot energy that ripped through her system carrying the payload of pleasure to her senses in a cascading, surging blast and her voice joined his in a loud, joyous celebration of release. The feel of him expanding and still trying to drive through her hot, tightness sent more waves of unadulterated pleasure following the first in an expanding set of ripples. She felt herself flood with more molten cream to mix its liquid heat with of his essences as it poured into her. She felt her nails dig into the flesh of his neck and score across his flexing shoulders, unable to stop herself as she clutched at him. Her head snapped back, pressing against the unyielding tiles and she was grateful for the cushion of her wealth of dark, damp hair. Her heels drummed against his buttocks, thighs clenching and rubbing against his hips as she shuddered and gasped for breath. The water continued to splash off him and onto her, but the droplets now felt like hot needles of pressure on her sensitize skin, a prickly sensation that counter pointed and mixed with her general tingliness. He was breathing hard, a mixed groan, whine and whimper leaving his lips as he exhaled. His spurts subsided and she could feel him trembling in and around her. Aftershocks of her orgasm made her sex twitch and sporadically clutch at his shaft. The luxurious heat of satisfaction suffused her body even as the water began to cool as she dragged air into her lungs in blessed gulps. Her heaving chest pressed her breasts against the hard planes of his chest as it expanded in his own efforts to find air. The hard points of her nipples pressed back into the firm, flattening globes of her breasts as hot little embers. "Can't... Can't..." he whispered hoarsely on a panted breath and then sank to his knees, pulling her down with him. He let out a grunt and she a gasp with the jarring impact. His cock spiked into her, setting off another wave of sensation where pain and pleasure mixed as overloaded nerves cried out in discord, yet reveled in the pleasure. She managed to unlock her legs, finding it difficult in the confined quarters of the shower stall, but managing it eventually as she felt him shrink slowly inside her. He rested his head on her shoulder and she did the same on his. His breath was hot on her skin as the water raining down on them went from cool to cold. He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled at her neck for a moment before lifting his head. She pressed her lips to the skin of his curved shoulder and she could see the red marks her nails had left across his shoulders. She touched them lightly and he flinched. "Sorry about those. Heat of the moment." She apologized. "That was a little intense, wasn't it." He commented. "Oh yeah and the cold shower is just a little too late. Let's get out of here." She agreed and suggested. "Oh yeah." He echoed softly, but instead of doing so, his hands found her cheeks, his fingers slicking back stray tendrils of damp hair from her face before he drew her into a long, deep, slow kiss that dulled the sensation of the cold water falling on her to inconsequence. She returned the kiss, surrendering to him, melting into its sensual comfort and unspoken emotion. He broke the kiss with a series of light pecks on her lips and then one on her forehead. "Now, let's get out of here." He seconded. It ended up being harder done than said as the lack of space and their awkward position made it difficult, but after a couple of false starts they managed to disentangle themselves and get to their feet. He stepped out pf the stall while she turned off the water and when she exited he wrapped her in a towel, slightly damp from his use. "Sorry, I couldn't find another one." He apologized. "I'll have to get another one. The cheap bastard at the desk only gave me one." She explained. "But, the scenery ain't too bad, so I might not hurry on that." She told him and gave his naked form a rather frank once over. She was a little startled by the clear peal of laughter that escaped her lips as she saw him actually blush. "Here you go." She said handing him the towel while she grabbed her terry bathrobe, which hung on the back of the door. She could feel his eyes on her and she took her time slipping into the robe. "You have a point about the scenery." He quipped as they left the bathroom. She flashed him a smile over her shoulder and with a sassy shake of her ass, winked. They both burst out laughing. He dried off as best he could and got dressed. He sat down on the foot of the bed to pull on his socks and shoes. "You really do have a Hello Kitty thing, don't you?" He commented and she frowned. "The panties, the robe and I bet if I looked I'd find a t-shirt and possibly one of those bags." He elaborated as he tied his shoes. "I suppose. Never really thought about it. Maybe it's just an elaborate way for me to capture a part of my missed childhood. Mom wasn't about to spend money on branded merchandise, and I always wanted one of those Hello Kitty backpacks, when there was a bottle of Wild Turkey to be had instead." She confided softly, the words rolling from her mouth without the usual acid reproachfulness that usually colored her tone when she mentioned her mother. She hadn't been facing him while she spoke and she stiffened for a moment when his arms wrapped around her and pulled her back against the solid comfort of his chest. She allowed herself to lean back as he laced his fingers across her stomach. He didn't say a word, just simply cradled her in his embrace, letting her feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back. She closed her eyes and floated in that moment for what felt like longer than it could have ever possibly been and then slowly opened her eyes and took her full weight back onto her feet. She felt his lips brush lightly against the top of her head and then he released her. She turned and then, standing on the tips of her toes very lightly pressed her lips to his. She felt him smile just before she pulled away. "I've got to go, Faith. It's getting late." He told her, grabbing his jacket and shrugging into it. "Do you?" she asked suddenly. "You could just stay here and we could..." she suggested with a rather meaningful look at the bed. "Don't you ever get enough?" he asked, his tone and smirk both showing playful intent. "Not of you." She answered blithely, while slathering honey onto her tone in sultry invitation. "Good answer. And, as tempting as the offer is, and believe me it's really, really tempting. I need to get to school. She gave him a little pout and then smiled. "I guess you're right. So, I guess I'll see you at three, in the library." She relented as with an arm around his waist they moved to the door. She opened it and bright morning sunlight flooded in. "At three then." He confirmed and they shared a kiss, which he broke before it got too heated. "Stop with the tempting already." He admonished her and she chuckled. "See you later, Faith." He continued his goodbye. "Definitely." She confirmed and leaned against the doorframe as he got into his car and with a wave reversed and drove off. She stood there for a moment simply looking at the deep blue California sky, drinking in the view and the warmth of the newly risen sun. She smiled to herself and taking the little alligator pendent between her fingertips traced its detail as she slid it back and forth along the chain. "I can get used to this." She said quietly to the world outside her door and then went back into her room, shutting the door behind her. TO BE CONTINUED