The Road Not Travelled

TITLE: The Road Not Travelled

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 7 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 Seven

This town just kept getting stranger and stranger with antique vampires sporting swords were its latest party trick. They were a right frisky bunch too. She was glad that Xander had progressed so far and well in his training with her. He’d managed to hold his own and had even dusted one of them on his own. Thinking of him she turned her head to look at his slumbering, softly snoring form. She reached over and gently, carefully shifted the hair out of his face. He shifted slightly and she froze, but he remained asleep.

“I am watching Xander sleep.” She thought and rolled her eyes before pulling them away from him to stare up at the ceiling. “You’re turning into such a girl. You like watching Xander sleep.” She accused herself. This was starting to get out of hand. It was starting to make her feel uncomfortable and at odds with herself. She used to be quite happy being by herself, granted she had made sure there weren’t any other options, but now… Now all she really wanted to do was be around him, have him touch her, even when it was just his hand holding hers or resting lightly on her hip. If she was honest with herself, it scared her. She had long ago stopped depending on anyone other than herself; too many people had let her down in the past.

And, it wasn’t just Xander. Although that was a major part of it, she had somehow gained friends in Buffy, Willow, Oz and even in a weird way Cordelia, although that one was really debatable. Faith hated authority, but somehow she didn’t mind Giles being her watcher, the other English twerp was just an annoyance. She was starting to feel like she had a place amongst them, that she had a place with him. It made her happy, but at the same time also gave her the nagging, insecure fear that she had something to lose. “Dammit.” She growled under her breath as she realized that she had turned to watch him again. She resolutely turned on her side, her back to him and closed her eyes.

She half-turned back when his breathing changed and he snorted, muttering something she couldn’t quite catch, but before she could she felt the bed shift behind her. His arm curled around her, his hand coming to rest just below her breasts as he pressed lightly against her back. His feet were warm against hers, his arm a comforting hoop. “No fair.” a childish voice whined in the back of her mind even as she laced her fingers with his and then lightly molded his hand over her breast and pressed a little tighter against him before sighing contentedly, she drifted off to sleep.

She blinked herself awake with a disgruntled groan as bright sunlight fell across her face. Faith threw her forearm across her eyes and rolled away from the offending light. She frowned when she didn’t roll against a warm male body and took her arm away from her eyes as she found her bed empty. She froze halfway through a stretch as her eyes finally found him sitting in the threadbare lounger she’d rescued off a lawn just after she’d gotten into town. She frowned; he was just sitting there, watching her intently. “Morning.” She greeted him with a yawn and still he said nothing. “What? What is it?” she asked feeling both irritated and nervous. “Nothing, Faith… Absolutely nothing. I was just enjoying watching you sleep. It’s the only time you’re still and relaxed. You look really, really beautiful.” He explained quietly with a soft smile. She was trying to be angry with him and she wasn’t sure why, but the anger had just evaporated as she realized he was watching her with adoration. No one had looked at her like that before and definitely not first thing in the morning or while she slept.

Damn, Xander, you’re such a goof.” She accused him good naturedly and he simply shrugged. Her frown returned as she noticed that he was fully dressed. “What time is it?” she wondered. “Early.” He replied simply. “It’s Saturday, why are you dressed?” she wondered finally finishing her stretch. “I went to get milk for coffee and then I got side-tracked.” He answered holding up a carton of milk and shaking it to show her. “He really was a goof, but he was her goof.” She thought with a smile curving her lips. She narrowed her eyes for a moment and then turned her smile seductive as she tossed aside the covers. “So, you like to watch?” she asked, making her tone smoky syrup and the question rhetorical. He sat up as she let her tongue peek out and slide across her full bottom lip while she lifted her tank and let her fingers trace her sculpted abdomen before sliding under and then along the waistband of her white cotton panties.

He started to get up, but she shook her head. “Stay right where you are, Mister. You like to watch remember.” She admonished him with a sultry pout and he settled back with a hard swallow bobbing his Adam’s Apple. She played with the waistband of her panties a little longer and then casually stripped off her tank and let it fall to the floor. Her skin took on the tight, itchy heat of arousal and her nipples were already stiff before she lightly pinched and tweaked them before slowly caressing and fondling her breasts. The look in his eyes was one she was more familiar and comfortable with as he groaned softly and shifted in his seat. She let her head loll artfully to the side and stuck her fingertip in her mouth. She made sure she had his attention and then let her finger slowly trail down her throat onto her chest and down between her breasts. He started to get up again and she just shook her head making him settle down on the edge of his seat.

Her eyes fluttered, but didn’t close and she sucked back a moan as she let her hand dip into her panties and ran her saliva slicked finger over her already exposed clit. She explored her folds slowly and then fingered herself and gently frigged her buzzing little bean, exaggerating her movements so that the material of her panties stretched so that he could see what she was doing. She didn’t need to be the seductress with him, but she had almost forgotten how much fun it was. She didn’t need to be the seductress with him, but she had almost forgotten how much fun it was and the delicious, wicked sense of power that accompanied it. His dick tented the front of his trousers and he shifted uncomfortably. His mouth hung slightly open and she could see his hands flex, his fingers pressing into the armrests of the recliner, but his eyes never left her. She undulated slowly against the warm pressure of her hand and probing, caressing fingers. The game she had intended to play suddenly turned serious as her need lashed out and let her know that her fingers were not enough, not after the last few months, not with him only feet away from her.

“Take… Take it out… Show me… She how much you like to watch… I… I like to watch too.” She suggested with a little whine in her tone betraying her growing hunger and she had to control her breathing to get the words out. He rushed to comply, shucking his pants and boxers down to his ankles. His dick bobbed, making a little slapping sound against his hard abs. She unconsciously licked her lips and sat up higher. “Stroke it for me, Xander.” The request whispered from her lips as her snug channel constricted around her delving digits and wrung out a fresh burst of warm, slippery sex grease at the sight of his rampant desire for her. She watched him draw in a deep breath and then let it out slow as he grasped himself and skimmed his fist up and then down his length.

Faith threw her legs over the side of the bed and stood. She was surprised to feel her legs quiver slightly. Padding over to him with two of her fingers still inside her sent wild sparks of sensation arching into her core and she clutched at one of her breasts, grinding her palm into the hard peak of her nipple to connect the two sparking areas of pleasure. His eyes followed her every move with rapt attention, but his hand didn’t stop moving. She pulled her fingers out of herself and her panties, his eyes following her glistening digits up from her crotch until it hovered between them. She saw his nose flare with the scent of her arousal as she pressed her fingers to his lips and then into his mouth and he sucked them clean. “God damn, you’re incredible.” He breathed and she smiled as she brushed aside his hand and took over stroking his throbbing length.

His eyelids fluttered for a moment and then his eyes were once again steadfastly into hers. She ran her thumb lightly across his lips while her hand cupped his cheek. He nipped at her finger when she pressed it into his mouth and then sucked on it. “Pull my panties aside.” She demanded in a low, feral little purr and she felt his dick twitch in her grip. He didn’t quite comply, but she could not complain as he cupped and then caressed and rubbed her through the damp crotch of her underwear. She rocked against the pressure of his fingers and matched the rhythm of his hand with hers on him as they pleasured each other. She had to swallow to find her voice as the pleasure arched from his touch along her nerves. She leaned close to his ear and lightly ran her tongue along its shell. “Pull my panties aside, hell, rip them off me, I don’t care. I want you inside me.” She moaned against his ear followed by a wetter, more forceful lick. The sound he made was part-groan, part-growl. The material dug into her hips for a moment and then there was the ripping sound of cheap cotton.

Faith laughed, letting the wild sound of excitement bubble out of her and then chuckled at the surprised look on his face. He hadn’t thought he’d actually do it as much as she had, but that was one of the things she loved about him, he always seemed to exceed her expectations. “That’s my boy.” She complimented him and his surprised turned in a bright, proud smile while his hands found her waist. She slid forward and straddling him more completely while keeping him steady as his pointed head slid through her slippery, swollen folds as she positioned him at her entrance. She put her hands on his shoulders and then slowly let herself slide down onto him. Her little whimper transmuted into a multi-toned moan of delight as his pointed head ploughed slowly through her slick, but tight and resistant intimate flesh. He stretched and filled her by slow degrees drawing a line of delicious friction from her entrance to her core. They both groaned and the springs of the dilapidated lounger creaked as she rested her weight on his lap and rocked slowly to make them one.

“Well, good morning, Mister Harris.” She whispered softly on the wings of a moan as she shifted slightly to get better balance and his thick shaft stirred her molten core while her clit rubbed against the base of it to send electric fireflies prickling into her groin and belly. “Real good.” He breathed against her skin and she felt a lazy smile curve her lips. She cradled the back of his head gently as he rested his forehead on her shoulder, his breath hot against the upper slope of her breasts and his dick expanding and then contracting as it throbbed against the tight confines of her twitching, flexing female center. She let her eyelids droop close and rested her cheek on the top of his head as they luxuriated in and processed the burst of sensation that came with the merging of his sex with hers. His head shifted and she felt the warm blossom of his lips first on her collar bone and then at the junction of her neck and shoulder. She lifted her head as his lips worked their way up the column of her neck, his slithering tongue connecting the wet, warm ovals left by his lips.

His hands moved to cup her ass by the time his lips found hers and they kissed, both making little sound as they slowly shifted and his dick moved inside her. She started to ride him slowly, rocking her hips to stir her molten core with the steel of his throbbing shaft while their lips wrestled and their tongues fenced. Her clothes were rough against her sensitized skin, but it didn’t stop her from pressing and rubbing against him as she increase her range of motion while his strong, flexing hands kneaded her ass and help support her wait as she rose and fell on him. His lips left hers as they started to breathe faster and harder, but returned to the column of her neck. She arched her back to give them a little separation above the waist while pressing their crotches even closer together as his head moved lower. He whispered intimate, adoring things against her skin that sent little ripples of emotional delight into her to mingle with the growing physical pleasure and answering words in a soft, truthful voice she hardly recognized as her own dripped from her lips without conscious thought.

She’d been playing the seductress, putting on an act for his benefit and hers. It was something she’d done before, a means to an end, but like with so many other things he was an x-factor that made it all different, new and unique. She’d intended to be dominant, she wasn’t quite sure why, but it had felt good. She’d started off sure and secure of herself and what she wanted. She had intended to play with him, to tease, but now she’d somehow lost her way and yet she didn’t care because what they were doing, together, felt oh so much better. His taste, the feel of him, his touch, his words and the way he looked at her all conspired to wash away that need she’d been having to get back to her old ways. She was happy, eager as her will merged with his as their bodies did to pleasure each other and find the joyful release of climax. His hands massaged its way up her back and hooked around her shoulder to start pulling her down onto him while he leaned back, pulling her with him as he thrust up. She fleetingly wondered how he could be so tender and forceful at the same time before she cried out softly and bit her lip as she moved faster and ground harder to match him and her climax grew in leaps and bounds as they strained together and the lounger protested with squeaks and creaks that mingled with the moist slap of their repeated collision.

Faith cradled his head and lowered her lips to his dark curls, kissing it to muffle the growing volume of her gasps and cries when his mouth found the hard peak of her nipple, pressing her flesh into his sucking lips, lashing tongue and nipping teeth. His breaths were hot blasts on her skin as he almost snorted the air from his nose. She could feel him start to shudder and his rhythm started to falter and she knew he was close. She herself skated along the edge of control. The pulsing tension at her core was an irresistible siren song, her senses alive with its wild, rushing symphony as her body flexed, tensing and relaxing with his. He was repeating something, over and over again and she had to strain to hear what it was. “Not yet.” He repeated over and over against the skin of her breasts in a strained mantra and her lips curved into a smile even as she half-moaned, half-whined with the jolt of pleasure that arched into her as she settled onto his lap again.

She swallowed to wet her throat as she shifted the cradle of her hand from his head to his cheeks to tilt his face up towards hers. She kissed him as she ground onto him and he rocked against her. He groaned against her lips and around their fencing tongues. She broke the kiss and caressed his cheek. “Just let it happen, X. I’ll be right there with you. I promise.” She encouraged him in a throaty whisper as she looked into his eyes. He licked his lips and his teeth pressed into his lower lips as she clenched herself around him and circled her hips to reinforce her verbal encouragement. “But, it feels so good.” He whined and again she smiled. “Ever the little boy, yet still all man.” She thought with a strange sense of pride and fondness. “Just come for me, Xander.” She told him; somehow making her tone modulate between an invitation and a demand as she once again increased their range of motion.

“God, I… You’re just amazing.” He ground out on a heavy groan and started to move with her. They were soon both breathing hard and fast, panting and clutching at each other. He wasn’t holding back anymore and she reveled in doing the same. His teeth gritted, his jaw clenching as he drove up into her hard and she dropped onto him with a delighted hiss as the friction sent pulsing ripples of pleasure and sexual energy spreading out from their connection. She circled her hips hard and fast, her sex rippling around his as her taut belly quivered. “Fuck!!” he exclaimed the word drawn out in a shuddering roar that ripped from his throat as he threw his head back, his hips bucking up against her weight. His body was a taut vibrating bow that pressed him hard into the recliner’s back as he pumped the liquid heat of climax into her welcoming core.

Those hot splashes and the expansion of his adamantine length against her snug confines along with the stimulation of his vibrating body against her exposed clit were all more than enough to send her over the edge too. Some stubborn, willful part of her made her try to swallow back the joyous cry that bubbled up in her driven by the intense pulses of climactic sensation that rocket through her. She only half managed it as she shook with the delicious violence of her orgasm as it ravaged her body and danced across her senses. She clutched at the backs of his broad shoulders and fought her arching spine to rest her head against the juncture of his neck and shoulders. Pleasure pulsed through her in heavy, delightful waves, making her muscles twitch and her nerves jangle while her skin blazed in answer to the heat that rolled off him. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat and not quite reach her lungs as her eyes fluttered closed. His arms were a warm, anchoring circle around her waist and along her back as the intensity of her orgasm started to wane. She sighed and nuzzled against his neck when he started to kiss hers and their bodies relaxed in stages until she rested limp and boneless against him and the recliner groaned with their combined, unsupported weight.

Her flooded and slippery flesh constricted in an attempt to hold him in place as he softened and retreated, but failed and she whimpered as the sensation flared already overloaded and sensitive nerves, making the small of her back twitch and sent a shiver up her spine. Even limp he wasn’t that small and their position meant that he didn’t quite leave her. She missed the solidity of his full length and girth, but she liked that they still remained so intimately connected. Her chest heaved, pressing her breasts into the hard plains of his cotton covered chest and sending little sparks back into her chest and little runnels of sweat tickled her skin as they snaked down along her back. His hands kneaded her hip and the curve of her shoulder, an unconscious habit that was wonderfully soothing, while his hot breath tickled the sweaty skin of her neck. She walked her lip up along the side of his neck until she found the shell of his ear. “You’re not so bad yourself.” She complimented him and he made a soft chuckle that vibrated his lips against her shoulder.

Faith smiled and sighed again, sure he was smiling too although she couldn’t see his face as she rested her cheek on his shoulder as she surrendered to the lethargy of satiation and they remained comfortably silent and still for so long that she thought he had dozed off and she was about to join him when he spoke: “Now, that was not how this was supposed to go.” He informed her softly. “What? That was rock ‘em sock ‘em.” She responded both surprised and indignant. He chuckled, his chest rumbling. “Yes indeed it was, Faith. I was both rocked and socked, but it wasn’t why I was up early, why I was sitting here watching you sleep.” He clarified and she raised her head to look into his face. He looked serious and thoughtful.

“So why were you?” she asked, not sure why her tone was hushed. “I wanted… want to ask you something.” He responded, but his nervous tone and the determination in his expression simply deepened the furrows of her frown. She worried at her lower lip for a moment. “What… What did you want to ask me?” she wondered, his nervousness translating into a sudden echoed nervous flutter in her belly. He tilted his head and looked at her, his eyes narrowing speculatively and slowly licked his lips. “I also got you something. It kind of goes with the question and… And, I don’t know how you’ll…” he paused and licked his lips again, “Do you think you could… errm… Put some clothes on? Naked, you are more than just a little distracting.” He asked, his words slow, measured and considered. He was so serious and suddenly looked so grown up that her nervous flutter turned into a twist of worry.

“Okay.” She replied simply and got her feet under her. She rose and they both hissed and groaned as he slid completely free of her. She turned and went to rummage through her draws and found and slipped into an oversized sweat shirt. She heard him rise and zip up behind her, and then something else. She froze. “Don’t be down on one knee. Don’t be down on one knee.” She thought frantically, the idea that he might be intending to propose to her sending a terrifying thrill through her. The idea was simply absurd of course, but then again… She turned and he was standing. He was holding a box, but it was not the kind a ring came in and she let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She didn’t know if she was disappointed or relieved, but she smiled as reassuringly as she could. “What is it you wanted to ask me and what is that?” she queried, nodding her head towards the box he held. She watched his chest rise as he drew and held a deep breath before letting it whistle softly out. “Faith, would you go to prom with me?” he asked and she felt her jaw drop.

TO BE CONTINUED