The Road Not Travelled

TITLE: The Road Not Travelled AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 6 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 Six Faith loved it, but she just couldn't quite get used to waking up with him in her bed or how good those first few moments felt as she luxuriated in the solid warmth of his body. This morning she was nestled against his side, half draped over him. He'd shared her bed every night for the last several of weeks and she was kind of hoping it would become a permanent arrangement. Faith was utterly surprised at how easily he had become part of her life. She had thought it would soon get cloying, having him around all the time, but he seemed to know just when to give her space and when to be attentive, sometimes even when she didn't. He was also taking training with her seriously. He grumbled and griped about it, but he did it. She was surprised at how well he did at it too. Rome, as they say, was not built in a day, but he was a natural fighter and in good physical shape and she wondered why Giles or even Buffy hadn't thought of giving him the training that would release his potential as well as giving him a better chance of survival. She guessed that Sunnydale being what it was hadn't allowed for it with only one Slayer around. Secretly she harbored the idea that he was progressing so well because it was she that had asked and was teaching him. They made a good team and he was now always paired with her on patrol by unspoken agreement. Her relationship with Xander also seemed to make it easier to interact with the rest of the group. She had something in common with then besides slaying. Buffy still intimidated her a little, but it was a little easier having Xander tell her that B wasn't always the Slayer she was today. Things were also less tense between the two Slayers as Xander's influence made Faith a little less reckless and more open to levelheaded suggestions. It still weirded her out that Buffy had a thing for a vampire that apparently was good and had a soul, who she had apparently killed once already. She pretty much made herself scarce whenever Angel was around. Soul or not, he was a vampire and his presence upset something deep inside her. She didn't know how Buffy could ignore that. This also made things easier with Giles. His technique as a Watcher was different to what she was used to, but then again he wasn't an official Watcher anymore either. She'd sort of taken umbrage to his fatherly attentions for her welfare beyond the slaying, but Xander had pointed out that it was just an extension of how he treated them all as a strange, evil fighting little family and she'd adjusted, actually feeling a little guilty at her reaction. Giles had endeared himself to her when he'd sent the blithering idiot by the name of Wesley Windom-Pryce; who'd been sent as her new Watcher; packing back to England, despite threats of repercussions from The Watcher's Council. She'd hated the slight, English prissy snob the moment she'd set eyes on him. She'd had the urge to put knuckle to face and boot to ass, but Xander's hand suddenly resting lightly on her hip had allowed her the moment to reconsider. Oz had always been cool, but Willow was an unexpected surprise. She and the red haired witch were developing a budding friendship unlike anything she had, had with another woman. It was easy, almost as easy as it was with Xander, mostly because it had started because of him. Willow was a font of information about him, about her boyfriend. She still felt a little thrill when she thought of him using that term. But, as they got to know each other it had progressed beyond that. Faith had initially labeled her as mousy and timid, but Willow had a hidden reserve of metal, strength and intelligence that impressed her. Her magic abilities also intrigued Faith. For her part, Willow just seemed to want to know everything about her friend's new girlfriend, but like Xander, never seemed to push, yet Faith had admitted a few things to the witch she had not told anyone, not even Xander. Cordelia had been an ice bitch for days after they had announced their relationship to everyone in the library, but that hadn't bothered Faith in the least. The dark haired beauty was a silly, spoiled brat that beside her occasional dig at Xander didn't factor in Faith's existence. She knew Cordy had cause for her animosity towards Xander. She knew they had history, but if the silly bitch went too far, Faith intended to knock her teeth down her throat. Luckily, Cordelia's pea-like attention span seemed to have been captured by something other than Faith, probably something shiny or a mirror, so their paths rarely crossed. She shrugged mentally. Those thoughts were just too heavy for a Sunday morning and she was pretty much content to stay right where she was for the rest of the day. She felt his breathing change and heard him yawn softly, his chest expanding against her. "Morning." He greeted her, kissing the top of her head. "Hey there." She returned his greeting and shifted until her lips could find his for a kiss. "So what new and wonderous torture do have planned for me this morning?" he enquired, no doubt referring to the five mile run she had him join her for the previous day. "Nope no torture until to morrow. On the seventh day we rest." She informed him. "Amen." He responded and she laughed, but he tilted her face back to his with gentle fingers on her chin and silenced he mirth with a firm, probing kiss, which she soon melted into, shifting further onto him. She felt him stir and harden against her hip, her lips sliding into a smile against his before she broke the kiss. "Oh crap." He groaned, causing her to frown. Not you... Well sort of. As, hard as it might be, no pun intended. I need you to excuse me for a moment." He told her before shifting to disengage from her. She tangled her legs with his. "Where do you think you're going?" she asked archly. "Nature calls and it is louder than my libido." He explained and she chuckled, more at the fact that he was blushing at his admission than at his predicament. She released him and he rolled out of the bed. "Oh, that's going to be a problem." She commented, pointedly looking as his erection as he stood and playfully pulled the covers away from her body to display her nude form. "You're a cruel woman, Faith." He accused her as she grinned with satisfaction as she saw his cock twitch in response to her display. "You don't have to look." She informed him with a sultry lick of her lips. "As if." He grumbled, making her laugh. "Go to the bathroom, Xander. Think baseball stats and hurry back and I'll see what I can do to make it up to you." She instructed. "You're so not helping, you cruel, heartless wench." He informed her and she laughed again before making a shooing gesture with her hand. "Off you go. You know patience is not my strong suite and you know momma gets cranky without her sex in the morning." She rephrased her instructions with a mock pout. "Momma? Really?" he wondered in dismay, shaking his head and she stuck her tongue out at his retreating back as he made his way to the bathroom and still grumbling closed the door behind him. Faith stretched, working out the stiff little kinks caused by sleeping. She smiled to herself as she rolled onto her stomach in the middle of the bed, resting her cheek on her crossed forearms and let her eyelids flutter closed. There was a gap in the curtain and a swathe of early morning sun warmed her back. She hadn't even realized she had started to doze until she felt it hard to lift her eyelids as she felt the bed shift as he climbed onto it. She murmured her enjoyment as he nuzzled at the small of her back, his lips warm and wet. A shiver of pleasure followed his tongue as he ran it up her spine, making her shoulders twitch as she felt him move over her. She spread her legs in anticipation as he lowered some of his weight onto her, his throbbing erection resting warmly in the crack of her ass. Any drowsiness burned away from her senses as her body came alive with arousal, her nipples perking up, her skin getting that tight, hot tingly feeling as her sex flowered open and moist when her intimate flesh flexed in response to the growing little itch she knew he could scratch oh so well. "I'm back." He informed her, his voice a hot, singsong whisper in her ear, his tongue a wet swipe along the shell of her ear followed by the light pressure of his teeth nipping at her earlobe. Faith pressed her butt back into his crotch. "I hardly noticed." She grinned and then groaned as he humped against her before she felt his chest vibrate against her back as he chuckled. He shifted and she felt him slide back through the valley between her ass cheeks. Her eyes popped wide and she quickly reached back to grasp his hip, stalling him. "Whoaw there, Xander. You need to aim a little lower." She instructed sharply and the pressure against her rear entrance fell away immediately. "Oh Christ... I'm so sorry, Faith. I didn't mean to..." He apologized, his voice rising in shock as he backed off further. Faith gnawed at her lower lip, She had reacted out of surprise, but now she started to wonder. Xander rolled off her, and she immediately missed his warm weight. "Hey... Where're you going?" she asked, sliding onto her side to face him, having to brush her hair out of her face. He had an embarrassed flush to his cheeks and on further inspection she found that he had shrunk to half-mast. "I'm so sorry... I was just so excited and I wanted you so much... I don't know how... I'm sorry." He repeated and the misery in his voice and expression tugged at her heart. There was just no other way to explain it; he was just so Xander and she felt a twinge of guilt at the sharpness of her surprised response. She reached over and cupped his cheek lightly. "Ssssshhhh." She bid him before silencing him by pressing her lips to his in a series of soft kisses. She felt his tension melt away and after a moment's hesitance his arms curled around her, pulling her to him and cementing their lips into a longer, deeper kiss. She slid her hand down from his cheek, over his chiseled chest and over the ridges of his toned stomach until her fingers found his cock, which she caressed as it regained its hardness and full, thick, throbbing length. He groaned into her mouth and a moment later she moaned into his as his large, strong hand captured and fondled her breast. She shifted more of her body onto his, wanting to feel his skin against hers. Her mind was still mulling over the possibility that had presented itself even while it reveled in his kiss and touch and her body became more and more revved up with need. Faith broke their kiss, nibbling at his lower lip and stretching it slightly before letting go and lifting her head. Their hands slowed, but did not stop. His smile had returned and she liked the way that made her feel better too. "I really am sorr..." he began again, but she cut him off by placing a finger over his lips. "You surprised me and I may have over reacted a little, that's all." She explained. "We... We could try it that way, if you wanted to?" She suggested tentatively. She felt him twitch in her hand as his eyes widened and the import of her words registered on his brain. She was half afraid she would see disgust and revulsion in his eyes, but his surprise turned to speculation instead and she released the breath she had been unconsciously holding. His eyes narrowed slightly. "Is it something you want to try?" he asked. "I... I will confess to some curiosity about it. I haven't... before, but... I think... with you I'd like to try. I... I trust you and know you care about me, that you... that we... love each other. It's also a first, both of us can share and I like that idea." She responded, taking her time, searching her feelings and considering her answer. She hadn't come out and said 'I love you' to him, but it was as near as she could manage; yet the revelation was suddenly there, inside her and undeniable. It stunned her slightly, but also made her heart swell with the rightness of it. He nodded slowly, a small nervous smile quirking his lips. "I'm a little curious too, but... But, I don't want to hurt you, in any way." He stated, his eyes and tone serious. "We could just try it. Go slow and see how it goes. If it hurts too much I'll let you know and we can stop." She suggested. "But I don't want to hurt you at all." He complained obstinately. She felt like shaking her head in disbelief. Only Xander would fight an offer like the one she was giving. It was a little infuriating, but at the same time she realized it was on of the reasons she loved him. "There's that word again." A small, amused part of her mind informed her. "First times always hurt, a little. Makes the pleasure feel even better." She presented her argument. She didn't hear the lie in her voice and doubted he would either. Her other first times had hurt far more than a little and had been unpleasant for so many reasons, which she had worked hard at repressing and forgetting that she really didn't want to dwell on them. She had faith, an instinctive certainty that it would be different with him. The thought was amusingly ironic. "You think you'll get pleasure from...?" he asked. "You can say it you know. Will I enjoy taking it up the ass, will you like taking he in the ass?" She told him realizing that she had been skirting around naming what they intended to do as much as he was. "I... I don't know. I guess that's what we'll find out." She answered honestly, knowing she was undermining her argument slightly. He frowned at her, his demeanor undecided. Xander... Let's just try this. If we keep over-thinking it and talking about it one of us is going to balk completely." She pleaded, stroking his cock firmly to emphasize her point. "Faith... Are you sure?" he asked, his frown easing slowly. "Yes!" she replied emphatically, drawing his face to hers and kissing him. She felt the last of his resistance fade away. "How... I mean how do we get started." He queried when their lips parted. "Why don't we start with what we know we're good at?" She suggested with a saucy wink as she threw her leg over him and shifted onto her knees, straddling his hips. Faith reached behind her and grasped the base of his cock. She guided the head through her folds, collecting her slippery cream on his tip and then rubbing it against her asshole. She didn't apply any pressure, just familiarizing herself with the feel of him being there. She slid him back through her folds and to her entrance as his strong hands grasped her hips. She relaxed her thighs and with his guidance slowly sank down onto his erection. She saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it in a long, low sigh. A heavy groan tickled her throat as it rumbled out of her chest as he stretched and filled her by slow degrees. Faith circled her hips slowly, spiraling herself down on his invading shaft defying the resistance of her tight flesh in search of the pleasurable friction of his thick manhood sliding through her intimate flesh. She watched him lick his lips a she settled onto his crotch, grinding down on him as his hips rose in answer, his hands guiding her hips in a slow rocking motion. "Christ, I love seeing that expression on your face. It's this amazing mixture of desire, surprise, awe, exhilaration, affection and... innocence. You almost seem to glow." He told her softly, his words drifting up to her with sincerity as his thumbs stroked back and forth over the skin on either side of her taut belly. His words warmed her heart as his sex and hands heated her skin. She gave him a lazy smile. "How do you do that? How do you know just what to say make me feel... better... more... just more than anyone else ever has? I can't even find the words to explain how you make me feel when you say things like that." she asked, her voice having a pleading softness and need to know that startled her. She leaning forward, her eyes searching his and seeing the answer in the adoration in them as she felt the throbbing beat of his sex beat against her own. He smiled up at her. "It's easy. You're a very special woman; Faith and I simply tell you what I see. What you show me. I'm the lucky one. I don't think anyone else gets to see you like this, and I'm not talking about you naked, although that's pretty spectacular too." He explained with matter-of-fact sincerity and earnesty as if it were the simplest, most obvious thing in the world. His smiling face started to blur and she felt a heavy lump in her throat, making it hard to breath. She swallowed hard and drew in a shuddering breath, her lips trembling slightly. It happened sometimes, when he said something unexpected or they shared a moment and suddenly he would slip past the armor she had by necessity cultivated and touch a part of her. A part that she kept hidden and secret for so long it made her feel like a stranger in her own skin when he brought it to the fore. His hand left her hip and lightly cupped her cheek. "Hey now... Steady on. The sex isn't that bad, well not for me anyway." He quipped and she couldn't help, but laugh as he diverted the emotional charge that threatened to overwhelm her. She dashed the unshed tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and snorted. "Yeah... For, you anyway. She agreed and he chuckled before lifting his head and giving her a slow, loving, soul kiss. They moved slowly, hips rolling, circling and bucking, but just by increments so that he remained buried, engulfed in her wet, hot tightness. She clenched around him, coating him with her slippery sex grease. His lips left hers to explore her chest and eventually her breasts as she leant over him, his hands cupping her buttocks. He caressed the little starfish of her asshole and she only flinched slightly the first time and then relaxed as she got used to the new sensation. His caresses grew firmer, applying a little pressure. He splayed her fingers on his chest, testing the hard muscles with her fingernails, continuing to shift on his cock, riding the waves of pleasure as she adjusted to the strangeness of having him touch her in such an unfamiliar manner. "Is this okay?" he asked and she nodded as he continued to apply more pressure. It was more strange than uncomfortable when he finally slid his finger into her ass. He fingered her slowly, tentatively at first, but gained more confidence when she adapted their rhythm to include his thrusting finger. It felt odd, but not unpleasant. "Try another finger." She suggested once his finger was sliding smoothly in and out of her ass. "Are you sure?" he checked. "Yes." She responded with clear certainty. There was discomfort this time, as he had to apply even more pressure and sort of twist his fingers against the resistance of her sphincter muscles. She tried to keep it off her face, but she let out a little gasp and winced slightly when his digits overcame that resistance and stretched her as they explored her dank depths. The pleasure from his cock inside her and his other hand on her breast offset the discomfort of his fingers inside her ass, which faded the longer he worked them back and forth inside her. Faith licked her lips and threw back her head, her hair tickling her back, pressing her breast into his hand as he fondled it, and she increased her movement on his cock. Her breath came in little pants as she concentrated on the feel of his dick and fingers inside her, filling and stretching her. She'd done some mental calculations and for the first time she felt a little apprehension at what they intended to do. He was quite a bit thicker and longer than two of his fingers. Very few things scared Faith, but fear fluttered slightly in her belly, mixing strangely with the pleasure and anticipation she was feeling. She still wanted to do this, to share this with him, she just wasn't sure she physically could. "Xander, lets try it. I think... I'm ready." She informed him and started to rise off him. He slid his fingers out of her ass and gripped her waist, stopping her. "We could just keep doing this, you know? This... This is good, really good." He suggested thrusting up into her. Faith groaned as he ground up into her. "We could, but I want to know what you feel like in my ass. I want... Want you to be the one I do this with." She told him, her voice low, husky, sultry and sure. He searched her eyes for a moment and then relaxed, his hands falling away, allowing her to drag herself up and off his shaft. She climbed off him and for a moment considered the logistic of what she wanted. "How... How do you want to do this?" he asked, echoing her thoughts as he sat up. Faith shifted onto her hands and knees, angling her buttocks slightly in his direction and Xander moved behind her, taking his cue from her. She felt his hands lightly slide over the globes of her ass as she balanced on one arm and used her free hand to drag her hair out of her face, craning her head to the side to watch him as best she could. His fingers left a tingling trail as they slid through her folds, collecting her slippery cream and depositing gently on and into her asshole with one of them. She half expected him to make one more attempt to change her mind, but instead she felt him grasp one of her ass cheeks firmly, spreading them slightly while she assumed he used his other hand to guide his dickhead to her pucker. Faith gripped two handfuls of the bedclothes and braced her arms, steeling herself and consciously forcing herself to relax and not to flinch, clench or pull away as he started to apply pressure. She could hear him breathing heavily through his nose, a steady, but somehow strained sound. She felt her tight ring of muscle give a little twinge of discomfort, allowing him to wedge his pointed head within them before they reached a stalemate where his pressure was cancelled out by their resistance. He backed off, and she was about to say something when he returned with more force. She braced herself and then let go of the bedclothes to reposition herself, leaning forward, angling her ass higher and resting her forehead on her forearms, her hair sliding forward in a dark curtain. Her ass continued to resist him, but he didn't back off this time. He continued to apply steady pressure, slowly increasing it, his hands now gripping her hips. Her level of discomfort also grew and she was glad he couldn't wee her grimace as it bordered, but never quite became pain. When it happened, it happened so fast she was caught completely off guard. Faith let out a sharp cry, her head snapping back, her eyes wide at the shock of the stab of fiery pain as her sphincter suddenly relented and his girth stretched the tight ring of muscles and he slid into her bowels before he could stop his momentum. "Christ... Sorry... Are you Okay, Faith?" He asked in concern, leaning over her to speak in her ear. His movement made her hiss and clench her jaw around her panting breath as pain flared for a moment before returning to the throbbing ache, which matched her pounding heartbeat, it had become as she adjusted to his sudden invasion. She lowered her head again. "I'm... I'm okay... Just don't move. I need a little time." She responded. The ache slowly faded to a slightly uncomfortable feeling of fullness. "Damn, you're so tight back here." He commented in an awed, almost shocked voice. She didn't reply as she was concentrating on marshalling her breathing to something that approximated normalcy, but she agreed. He was so snug inside her she could feel the pulse of his heart driving blood through his cock. Faith shifted slightly, sort of squirming as she clenching and relaxed around him until the discomfort too faded and it just felt unfamiliar. His hands lightly kneaded the upper curve of her hips, a steady, warm and rhythmic touch that was calming and intimate while he placed light, affectionate kisses along her shoulders and the back of her neck. Faith started to rock slightly back and forth to indicate her willingness to continue. At first, he simply moved with her, staying still inside her, but she felt him tighten his grip on her waist and break the synchronicity of their movement for a moment, so that he started to slide in and out of her. She heard him grunt, his breath hot against the back of her neck as the range and speed of their movement increased by slow increments. Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she grimaced when the occasion twinge of pain or discomfort returned as they experimented. These grew further and further apart and eventually stopped all together as they found a steady, comfortable rhythm and pace that had almost his entire length driving in and out of her dank depths. Once the shock of his sudden penetration faded and the pain was gone, she found the experience of him plumbing her rear end interesting, fascinated by the sensation an the newness of it. It wasn't as good as when he was inside her snatch, but it wasn't bad. She could feel the sweet tickle and tension of a climax once again building, albeit slowly. When the sounds she made lost their edge of pain or discomfort and started to express her enjoyment, Xander also lost some of his hesitance and gained confidence, pulling her back harder onto him and grinding against her after the collision of his pelvis with her ass. "You feel so tight and hot... I didn't think it would feel like this. It feels amazing." He told her with a heavy groan. "It... It hurt a little at first." She admitted. "But now it's... it's good... A little strange, but different and exciting. " She panted her response. She moaned as his hands left her hips and reached around, one finding her breast and the other made her gasp with a surge of pleasure as his nimble fingers found her clit. Faith bucked back harder to compensate for the absence of his guiding hands as she enjoyed their present activity more. She started to make little mewling cries as his fondling, pinching, flicking, rolling fingers on her breasts and nipple and his exploring digits in her snatch and frigging thumb on her clit revved up the pace at which her orgasm was building. She felt her core tremble, a flutter that told her she was reaching the limits of her body's ability to restrain the build up of pleasurable energy. She heard him groan and then hiss as his rhythm suddenly faltered. "Fuck... Dammit... Faith, I..." he ground out hoarsely before he slammed into her with a resounding slap of sweat-slick skin on skin, his hand clutching her breast and she felt liquid heat spurt into her innards. His hips bucked, driving him against her ass as tried to get even deeper into her while he came. She could feel the tension in his body a he shuddered with each spurt. He must have finally found some presence of mind as he let go of her breast as well as her thigh, which he had grasped when he'd started to ejaculate. His cries faded into a series of grunts as he emptied his balls into her bowels and then she felt his weight settle on her back. Faith could still feel him pulse against the snug confines of her rear channel, but it wasn't enough and she remained, frustratingly teetering on the knife-edge between need and release. Faith felt him lift off her back with another groan and a heavy breath drawn through his nose. "I'm sorry, Faith. I just couldn't hold it anymore. It felt so good and I was so excited... and then it was just happening. Dammit.. I want it to be good for you... the best... I just couldn't control myself enough." He apologized as she felt him start to shrink and then pop out of her. The misery and self-chastisement in his voice made her forget her frustration at coming so close, but not quite reaching climax as he rolled onto his back next to her. "It was great, Xander and next time I'm sure I'll cum too. I didn't expect to enjoy it have as much as I did. You did good, X." she tried to sooth his unfounded guilt as she relaxed and stretched out next to him on her belly, resting her cheek on her forearm to look at him through her hair, which partially obscured him as he stared up at the ceiling. Xander turned his head to look at her. "Next time?" he asked with a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Oh hell yeah... We are so doing that again." She told him emphatically. He rested his hand on the small of her back and then slid it onto her ass. She didn't mean to, but she tensed. His smile turned rye. "But, not today." He stated with a slight quirk of his eyebrow. "No... not today, well not right now anyway. I'm a little sensitive back there at the moment." She agreed and admitted. "But... soon." She promised. She wasn't hurting or anything, but she felt a little odd. She could still feel the echo of him; a kind of fullness and the sensation was disconcerting. Her asshole felt sort of hot and twitchy as the muscles tensed up and she half expected them to meet the resistance of his cock. His cum inside her also felt decidedly weird and slippery as she clenched her buttocks to try and eradicate the echoes. "That's fair." He told her with a grin and she rolled her eyes, causing him to laugh. He reached over and brushed the hair out of her face, his eyes suddenly serious. "Are you okay with this?" he asked." Yes." She replied without hesitation. "I'm glad I could give you this." She continued as his hand caressed her cheek as he tucked a stray tendril of dark hair behind her ear. He did that thing that made her heart all fluttery and renewed the fire in a loins, that thing when he looked at her, into her with such adoration and awe that she believed she was the person he believed her to be. With, a little effort he moved closer to her and she lifted and tilted her head enough for their lips to meet in the soft, slow, satisfying kiss of true lovers. They broke the kiss with sighs and lazy smiles before they both licked their lips. Faith wondered if, like her, he wanted to sooth the tingling sensation on his lips, or if it was just an unconscious reaction to her doing it. His face suddenly lit up with that "Eureka!" look he sometimes got before his grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. "Roll over." He instructed and she raised an eyebrow in question. "Just roll over, Faith." He reiterated. "But, I'm comfortable just the way I am." She complained, putting just a little more whine in her voice than was believable of a real protest. "Roll over and I promise you'll be a lot more comfortable." He coaxed, going along with the game. "Fine... If it will make you happy." She responded with a fake long-suffering, weary sigh as she slowly rolled onto her back. He must have moved when she did because she hadn't felt him shift and he wasn't next to her anymore. "Oh... I'm all about the happy." He acknowledged and his voice drew her gaze to his new position at her feet. He shuffled forward, grasping her leg and planted a kiss on the inside of her thigh before draping it over his shoulder. She let her head loll to the side, her smile widening as she guessed at his intensions. "I believe there was something I failed to... complete before?" He mused, his contemplative stare shifting from her face to her sex as he spoke. "And, one should always finish what one starts, shouldn't one." He continued. "The third person, really Xander, seriously." She commented and he chuckled, a rich, deep rumbling sound as he winked at her. "Well if one must." She agreed, picking up the outlandish cadence he had been using. "Oh... One must, one must indeed." He confirmed and her answering chuckle turned into a soft, drawn out moan when his lips descended on her sex. TO BE CONTINUED