Training Room Tryst

TITLE: Training Tryst (Interlude)

AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of 1

SHIP: Faith / Xander

RATING: NC17

CATEGORY: Romance, Erotica

SPOILERS: Buffy The Vampire Slayer Season 3 & 7 Finale and Angel Season 5?6? general.

DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Joss Wedon, Mutant Enemy, Warner Bros. and I bet a whole bunch of other corporations and I am only borrowing them, seeings as those who own them don't seem to want to use them anymore.

UNIVERSE: Slayer Academy - Everything that happened in BTVS Season 7 happened except Robin Wood never existed, ever. Anya still died and Sunnydale is a crater. All the survivors have gone to L.A. and Angel has given them The Hyperion. Buffy, Dawn, Giles, Andrew and some of the now fully powered potentials have gone to Europe to rebuild the Watchers Council. This leaves Faith, Xander, Willow, Kennedy and the rest of the now fully powered potentials. Willow with Fred's help has used her mojo to create a magical website that only Slayers can access to answer any questions and to give them the surviving Scoobies location. So, The Hyperion is now a sort of school for Slayers where they can get training and knowledge about who and what they are. Gunn has sorted out all Faith's legal issues and she and Xander have been working construction together and are now living together as a couple as well (See Risk and Reward for details - Not quite complete, Okay, to be honest, not even near where I want it to be, But you'll get the idea). On the Angel front. It is in the early part of the Wolfram and Hart storyline, so I guess it's season 5 and it goes as such. Cordy came out of her coma and she and Angel are dating as are Gunn and Gwen, Knox doesn't exist, so, Fred and Wesley are now living together. Spike came back fully corporeal. it was him that couldn't save Nina from being bitten and he is the one helping her to deal with her werewolfism. (you can feel free to ignore the Angel side info - it may or may not become relevant at a later date)

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The kendo stick whistled past his helmeted head and he fought the urge to wince at the thought of it connecting, but all the same he countered with an upward thrust block to push her weapon wide and pivoted to make a strike at her exposed, padded chest. She, not to his surprise, was not there. She put some room between them and they circled slowly. He could see the grin of exhilaration on her face even through the barred grill of the bushido helmets they both wore. She thought she had him. "She might be right." he thought. He was already breathing heavily, while she seemed to have hardly broken a sweat in their half hour old session. "Well, if I am gonna go down, might as well go down in style." he muttered to himself and with an impudent grin he saluted her with his stick. He was satisfied to see the little blaze of her eyes at his cockiness. Sometimes it was fun to push Faith's buttons, but you also had to be prepared for the consequences. She came at him fast and hard, but it surprised him that he seemed to be able to anticipate her moves and counter them. "Was she holding back?" he wondered. "No, she ain't." he decided an instant later with a grunt as he bare blocked an overhead strike that sent vibrations all the way down his arm. Her attacks were relentless, but he abscently noticed that the excursion was at least making her breath a bit harder.

A hard cross block brought them nearly face-to-face. His eyes flicked down. The padding they wore framed her breasts in an interesting way. especially with her bent slightly forward. A single drop of sweat trickled slowly down into the valley of her cleavage which moved seductively with the strength of her breathing. He was forced to lick suddenly dry lips. "Like what you see?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. He grinned as she pushed him back breaking their contact and he took an extra step back to create some seperation. "Stop trying to distract me with the heaving bosomses, Faithy." he replied taunting her playfully knowing how much she hated being called that. "Oh... You're sooo gonna get it now, Funny Boy," she retorted and she rushed him again. He recognised the combination she was using and time seemed to slow down. They had been training like this for months now after initial lessons from Giles on one his frequent visits. He had had realised early on that he could never be a match for her speed or strength so he worked a bit harder than she did on his technique and today it was paying off. He was able to counter her without using any significant force, just movements and deflection and this exploited Faith's other major weakness. He loved the dark haired Slayer, but he sometimes worried that her sloppiness when she became frustrated in a fight would one day get her killed. They had talked about it a couple of times and she was getting better at controlling it, but not today. As, he sidestepped an overhead strike, she over-extended and over balanced. He spun past her as she staggered forward. He did the only thing he could when being presented with such an inviting target. His kendo stick smacked smartly across her buttocks. With, a little yelp, she gave up her attempt to regain her balance and instead rolled forward and then shot to her feet, spinning to face him.

"Owww." she said with an indignant pout. "Sorry, Sweetie, but your ass was exposed and you know I can never resist." he apologised with a roguish grin. There were no pads back there and he watched her surreptitiously rub her stinging posterior. "Should I come over there and kiss it better?" he asked playfully. "You wish." she countered. "You bet I do." he sallied and she laughed as she took off her helmet. "Let's hit the showers and we'll see what we can do about that wish list of yours, X." He removed his helmet as well. "What? You're not gonna whup my ass for well... whupping yours?" he asked a little suspiciously. "Guess not, Xan, it was a good move. You got me fair," she was standing right in front of him, "and square." she finished leaning forward and up to press her lips to his. He moved forward into the kiss and only realised her intensions too late. He felt her hips shift and her leg curl behind his ankle. A twist of her shoulder and a tensing of her arm completed the maneuver and he hit the mat with a solid thump as she hip-tossed him. She moved and flopped down, straddling his thighs and he grunted. She leant forward and planted her elbows, forearms akimbo, on his chest, drawing another grunt from him, before resting her chin on the ends of her palms and her fingers on her cheeks. She looked down at him with an innocent little smile on her face. "That... was for calling me Faithy." she told him and her smile turned impish. Her sweat damp hair framed her face in errant curls and tendrils and an enticing view of her cleavage was presented to him through the v of her arms. He felt a stirring in his loins and he knew she had felt him twitch as she let more of her weight rest on his lower extremities. "Thought we were done going at it?" she enquired huskily. "So did I." he replied, his voice low. His hands closed around her waist with lightning speed and he lifted her and rolled so the he was now poised over her, kneeling between her slightly spread legs. She had made a surprised half squeal half laugh as he had flipped them. It was such a girlishly, un-Faith like sound that it drew a broad smile from Xander as he now peered down at the dark haired Slayer that had wormed her way so securely into his life. "Guess there's still a little fight left in you after all." she said seductively running her finger down the centre of the padding over his chest. He leaned forward, his lips less than an inch from her ear, while supporting his weight on his arms as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders. "I'd rather be a lover than a fighter," he whispered, the tip of his tongue just snaking out to lightly wet the shell of her ear. " And, guess what? Buffy and the others are at the movies." he finished leaning even closer and nipping the lobe of her ear. He grinned at the breathy moan that escaped her lips. He felt her hands move up along the side of his neck and then her fingers were buried in his hair as she pulled him down on top of her. She rolled her head to the side and guided his head so that his lips could nuzzle at the now exposed, creamy, soft skin of her neck. She tasted of salt and smelled of exertion with a hint of jasmine. Her pulse beat strongly against his sucking lips and nibbling teeth.

The padding was in the way of them getting closer to each other and they broke contact at the same time, suddenly scrabbling for the clips at each others sides that held the padded vests in place. He succeeded first and flipped the front of hers over her head. With, an audible click she managed to free his as well and he just simply threw it off while she adjusted her hair as some of it had gotten caught under her vest. They were both barefoot and wearing white lightweight training pants. she wore a light coloured tank top that exposed her toned midriff while he wore a grey sleeveless vest. They were both sweat stained. He stripped off his vest as well before her fingers once again wound their way into his hair and drew him downwards to the inviting expanse of her bared neck. He looked at her as he slowly complied, searing the image into his mind. Strong, beautiful features sculpted in creamy, pale, smooth, but rosy skin, framed by a tumultuous fan of dark, luxurious, cascading hair. Large, hazel eyes shaded by long, curved lashes looked up at him with love and need. Then the view was too close to focus and he closed his eyes as he tasted her skin again. Her left hand stayed at the base of his neck to guide his hungry lips as he lapped and sucked the salt off her skin. Her right traced the slight valleys and ridges of his spine with the backs of her fingers causing bright, little sparks of sensation to race to his brain in their wake. He made sounds of appreciation and although he could easily have lived his life there in the crook of her neck surrounded by the fragrance of her, he began a slow steady journey toward her lips.

His hips moved involuntarily, dry humping her thigh and she brought one knee up to plant a foot on the ground to give herself leverage so she could grind herself into him. He could feel the heat of her sex radiating from her. They both let out groans of pent up desire along with explosive gusts of air. "Oh, that's good." she breathed just as his lips captured hers. Tongues and lips battled and co-laborated. First enemies and then allies only to be enemies again. The fingertips of her right hand dipped below the waistband of his pants and boxers and her nails tested the flesh of the upper swell of his buttocks. He groaned into her mouth. His erection throbbed and twitched as if trying to reach her core without the assistance of the rest of his body. "She's wearing way too many clothes." he thought and decided to do something about it. His lips left hers and he shifted back a little. The loss of contact was both blessing and curse. It relieved some of the pressure on his hard on, but it also robbed him of the delicious heat and pleasurable friction her body had provided. He slid his hands onto her waist, but took a moment to massage the taut muscles of her abdomen with his thumbs. He loved the way they tensed and relaxed under the attention. His hands then slid upwards, easily, on sweat slicked skin. His fingertips found their way up under the hem of her tank. He let the material catch on his thumbs and the garment was slowly drawn upward. It was damp with sweat and peeled away from her skin. She thrust her hands backward and behind her head as she arched her back. Faith felts sparks and waves of hot and cold as his hands exposed her sweaty, exercise heated flesh to the cooler air of the room. She squirmed on her shoulders arching herself further off the mat, wanting more contact and at the same time less. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she purred her approval to his actions. His fingertips came into contact with the lower swell of her breasts and she froze, tensed at the apex of her arch in anticipation for what was to come. Instead, he let his fingers slide around the sides deftly avoiding where she wanted him to touch and drawing her tank top ever upward in his quest to divest her of the garment. She made a sound of such abject frustration and disappointment it tugged at his hearty strings and made him feel somehow guilty and made him want to apologise. The material of her top finally cleared her breasts, the hem hooking slightly on the hard, turgid nubs of her amazingly erect nipples. The flesh of her breasts lifted slightly and the settled back with the slightest of jiggles as her nipple gave up the tenuous hold they had on the fabric. It was one of the sexiest things he had ever seen. Guilt was quickly driven away by a near animal hunger. His hands continued their task of removing her top on autopilot as his attention was now fully focused elsewhere. Her nipples called to him. Beckoned to him from the center of dark brown, slightly raised, swollen areola. He was a call he could not deny. Even as his hands slip up her outstretched arms taking her top on the final leg of it's journey to parts unknown, his mouth descended to the succulence represented by her full breasts. The flush of her arousal was clearly written on her pale skin. His lips lowered to her right breast in answer to it's straining peaks silent siren call, but at the last moment he extended his tongue and let it's wet tip dance around the hard nub, bathing, teasing, swirling, varying in pressure, but never touching the quickly sensitizing bundle of nerves that was her nipple. Whether a spasm or an attempt to finally free herself of the top from around her arms and hair, she arched even harder, ending his teasing as she thrust her tit flesh into his mouth. He accepted willingly and drew the hot hard flesh of her nipple and areola into his mouth, sucking had before nipping the tender bud lightly between his teeth and then soothing away the abuse with swirling swipes of his tongue. "Oh God... Yessssssssssssssssssssss." she hissed, her muscles relaxing and her back began to settle back down with the result that her breast began to pull away from him. Xander would have none of that. Leaving the top for Faith to sort out, he brazed one hand on the mat and spread the other one at the centre of her back, just below her shoulder blades. He tensed his arm and hugged her too him and kept her just wear he wanted her. He continued to suck, nip and flick for a moment more before moving his attention to her other, until now, neglected breast. "Yeah. That's it. Damnnnnnnn, Xanderrrr!! Right there." she applauded his efforts. The fact that he was holding her weight seemed to dawn on her and she took advantage of that fact to lift her shoulders enough to finally free her top. She got it off and tossed it negligently off to the side. As, her shoulders returned to the mat she happened to look to her side, even as her back spasmed and she pressed her breast even more firmly against his lips into the sensation of his strongly sucking mouth. What she saw was that his arm was shaking with the strain of trying to maintain their position. Her arms and hands now free of the restraints of the top moved to capture his head. One hand buried itself in his hair the other settled on his neck.

She applied pressure with her hands and let more of her weight fall on his clutching arm. He took the hint and lowered her slowly to the mat, never breaking the contact or the firm pressure of his lips on the flesh of her breast. She shifted slightly to allow him free his hand from under her back. He was now lying between her legs, his torso rested on her crotch, but he was still supporting most of his weight on his forearm where it rested on the mat by her side. He switched his attention back to the breast he'd started with and he's hand traced a light line along her shoulder and upper arm before finding it's way to the recently vacated breast. He could never get over the fact of how smooth her skin was. His hand cupped, squeezed and caressed the ample flesh of her bosom and his thumb circled it's way to her saliva slick nipple to flick it back and forth drawing hissing breaths from his dark haired Slayer and spasming, uncontrolled little tensing arches of her back in pleasure. That's right she was his and he would have it know other way. He was breathing hard through his nose in an attempt to not loose contact with her delicious taste even for the expedience of a proper breath. Her fingers dance and tangled in his hair and skittered across the hard muscles of his shoulders in encouragement. She moaned and gasped half formed words in auditory comment to his actions. He was starting to get a little light headed and with great reluctance drew his lips away from the feast that was her breast to draw a deep, ragged breath in through his mouth.

"God, you taste so damn good." he told her when he could find the breath to do so. She pressed the flesh of her breast into his still lightly caressing hand before replying "I love the way you taste me." Her reply was delivered with an earnest innocence and a slight almost shy tilt of her head and lowering of her eyes as if she couldn't meet his eyes after making the statement. He understood that her simple admission went far deeper than just what they were doing. He felt his heart swell for this strange, complex women whom he loved and had learned so much about, but who still surprised him at some of the strangest times. "I love tasting you. I... just... absolutely and completely... love... you, Faith Kaitlin Williams." he stated with the same earnesty before sliding up and swooping down to capture her lips in a deep soulful kiss. When he finally broke the kiss and moved back she was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He felt the muscles of his face match her grin without any conscious effort on his part. "This is gonna be soooooo good. Isn't it?" she asked in a honey sweet voice and a flirtatious swipe of her tongue across her kiss-swollen lower lip. "Ohhhh Yeahhhh." he said with fervor and his grin broke into an even broader smile and he rakishly flipped his eyebrow skyward. She swatted his chest lightly and a warm, husky chuckle escaped her lips.

This was what she loved about him, about them. He could always make her laugh and when he did, she always felt at ease, at home. "At home." she thought to herself with a mental chuckle. Until recently the very concept had been foreign to her. She had sarcastically called her cell in prison 'home, sweet home', but had never had an inclinging of what that phrase meant until the last few months. The chuckle repeated itself, a little less rye this time and a little more affectionate. Imagine finding home in the arms of one Xander Harris. Formerly of Sunnydale, California, Hellmouth central and , oh yes, one of the people she had tried to kill. "Wasn't life just a funny ole thang?" she mused even as she playfully swatted his chest at his playful gesture and flippant answer. He only waggled his eyebrows in response and her chuckle blossomed into a full blown, throaty laugh. "You great, big goof." she managed between laughs, but bucked her hips up into his crotch to remind him exactly where all this playfulness was going. He had no need of any kind of reminder from her. The throbbing pulse of his rock hard erection was a constant and persistent reminder. Then by some dint of cosmic connection or just plain horny overload their eyes met and they both knew exactly what it was the other was thinking and a quirked eyebrow of mock query from her was the signal for them to act on those thoughts. He rolled off her and onto his back and arching his back to lift his butt off the mat he worked at shucking off his shorts and pants all at the same time. He looked to the side and watched as Faiths lithe body bucked as she performed the same maneuver with more grace and apparently determination as she was kicking away her pants and panties. A strong twitch of his hard on reminded him that he was dallying at a task that he really shouldn't tarry with considering the vision that was causing him to do so. She turned her head as well and she grinned wickedly. He knew that look and rather desperately began to scramble to get his remaining clothes off. His eyes were still drawn to her, but all he got was a glimpse of her rapidly moving, nude and shapely form. He sometimes forgets she's a Slayer, not very often, but sometimes and then she will remind him. His pants and shorts actually made it to his ankles before she pounced on him.

His recently freed erection was once again trapped, but in one of it's most adored prisons, the silky, wet curls of her pubic hair as she ground down upon him. "You're mine now, X." she almost purred. He started to bring his back off the mat, but her hand on the centre of his chest stopped him and with a slightly less than gentle push she returned him to the mat. The hand stayed on his chest. Her fingers splayed out and braced some of her weight on it. She lifted herself a little until she was able to reach between them and take his penis in her free hand. She grasped it at the base and with deliberate, torturous slowness jacked her fist up along its length. He had to close his eyes at the sensation and his hips made a little jerk, but her ass resting on his thighs kept him in place. He threw his head back as her fist stopped just below the head of his manhood and tightened just a bit with pleasurably painful pressure. He had to bite back a whimper as only her thumb continued the journey her hand had begun making little circles on the sensitive skin of his dickhead. The whimper escaped loudly onto the quiet training room as the pad of her thumb found the slit at it's very tip and began to massage the slickness of his pre cum around. She put a little more weight on his chest as she rose onto her knees and scooched forward so that she now hovered above him. "All mine." she said almost absently as her fist retraced it's path until she held him at his base once more. His cock pulsed and electricity seemed to course through him, through them both because he felt her tense as well when she lowered herself and rubbed the head of his cock through the swollen outer labia of her vagina in search of her opening. He felt his tip gently settle into the cleft of her opening and it took nearly every fibre of his being not to thrust as she stopped moving and held him there, poised. He placed his hands on her knees and then slowly slid them up along her sleek, toned thighs until he could take a gentle hold on her waist with most of his hands resting on her hips. He opened his eyes in time to see hers slowly flutter closed through an unruly curtain of hair that had fallen forward across her face. She released her hold on him and he took more of her weight in his hands when she arched back slightly as she used her, now free, hand to drag the hair away from her face.

His resolve not to thrust and bury himself in her molten core was slowly draining away. Eroded by the erotic sight of her with her back slightly arched her breasts strained upward and outward with the hard nubs of her nipples clearly visible in a strange form of silhouette of dark and light. And, then there was the sensation of her sex connected to him. The heat of her seemed to seep into him, building growing hotter and hotter by the moment. It was almost the last straw when he felt the slight trickle of moisture slip from her and make it's way down his length. He had control of their movement. He could feel the slight tremor of her thighs as they began to take strain from holding their position and the weight of her hand increase on his chest. His hips almost began to rise when her eyes flew open and she trapped his gaze with hers and froze him in place with their intensity. She shifted her one hand so that she could place the other on his chest as well. She tucked her full lower lip behind her upper teeth in concentration as she slowly lowered herself onto him with his hands guiding her, but adding no extra impetus. Her breath was expelled through her nose with a gentle, drawn out whooshing sound that ended with a groan as she settled onto his hips. His sex filled her to the hilt and she felt deliciously full. He gave an uncontrolled little thrust as her muscles clamped down on him. "Oh... Mother... of... Christ." he groaned as his eyes close and his hands slid round to grab her supple ass cheeks and she rocked back and forth on him, thrusting her ass into his hands and her sex down onto his. She made little puffs of noise, part pant, part grunt, part moan with each movement as his sex touched new places and sparked more sensations. Her hips are rocking and rolling. Her pace holding steady and then varying only to return to it's prior steady state. He let's her have her head for as long as he can, but the velvety, wet heat of her draws him ever nearer to the brink. The sound of his own breathing is an alien thing to him as it mixes with the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. He makes an unintelligible sound as he feels his capacity to hold back begin to dwindle at a suddenly alarming rate, and then, he surrenders.

Faith is literally outside herself or maybe it's beyond herself. She has had this sensation before. In battle. When fighting for her very life. The separation of Slayer and women. A part of her is looking at her riding Xander like a champion rodeo pro. Guiding her movements. Adjusting for his slight unconscious shifts. Keeping their connecting at it's most fluid. This is the Slayer. All about getting the job done. And then, there's Faith herself. Naked, both physically and metaphysically. In these moments of incredible intensity she has been stripped of the emotional shield of her Slayer heritage. The sensations they are creating transcend pleasure and pierce the veil of true passion to become a pure, unadulterated epitome to love. She's fucked with the best of them, sometimes even with Xander, but this is where it always came back to for them, for her. She loved him and he was the first and only man she has ever made love to. She had never truly understood the distinction before that first night with him and it always amazed her when she was given such poignant reminders such as she was now. The pleasure of his hard shaft driven in and out of her by her own actions was finally starting to overwhelm even the Slayer side of her as she felt the cascading waves of her orgasm begin to build ever higher, threatening to dash the control of her will against the beach of climax.

He started to thrust up at the apex of her downward thrust, burying himself even deeper into her. Her sex clamped down on him had and with lightning speed holding him there, deep inside her as she gasped and through her head back. He had to gasp as well, a loud, ragged snatch of sound. His eminent eruption is stemmed by the suddenness of her grip. He had once heard Buffy talk of special muscles that Slayers had. He thinks his just found them. "How can muscles that are holding him so tight still be rippling, trying, at the same time, to expel him and draw him even deeper." some small analytical part of his mind ponders while the other 99% thanks every deity he knows for the experience. There is another quick, intense, near painful tightening around him and he can feel her fingernails dig into the flesh of his chest for just a moment and then she relaxes with a long steady exhalation of breath that he unconsciously mimics. He is still tight and snug inside her as they are joined as closely as any two lovers ever could be, but the intense pressure has eased. He twitches inside her even as she still lightly ripples around him. Their breathing is loud and laboured in the silence of the training room. He finally musters the where-with-all to make his eyes work and his lids open to a truly exotic sight. He dubs it 'Faith Resplendent'. Her skin glistens with sweat, almost to the point of glowing. He is mesmerized by a drop that lingers off the edge of her chin and then drops with the tiniest of splashes onto her chest before lazily trickling it's way down into the valley of her cleavage. He licks dry lips, wanting to taste that drop and the path it has traveled. Her prior efforts to tame her hair have been totally undone. The wild mane has cascaded heavily over half her face with wispy tendrils sticking to her sweaty brow and cheek. A lush wealth of curls rests over one shoulder, but it's her eyes that capture and hold him again. One is almost entirely obscured by her hair the other is clearly visible. They both radiate a dazed clarity. Her gaze I fixed on him, but she is seeing him and not seeing him at the same time. They are wide and somehow they say every loving word they have said to each other and those they may yet say in the future. It is an amazing thing for him to watch as normal consciousness returns to those golden brown orbs replacing, but not quite banishing that look of passion-sated satisfaction and innocently, pure love that had shone there but moments before. His hand comes up moving towards her face. The urge to brush away those little, feathery tendrils of silky darkness is too great to overcome. The back of his fingertips brush an erect nipple while on this little errand and she clenches a little around him in response. He feels her juices puddling at their connection and he rather suddenly aware of his uncompleted state. A smile plays across her full lips as his fingers gently slide the loose strands of her hair away from her face and tucks it behind her ear. She can feel him throbbing inside her. "Oh gods... he's still so hard... He hasn't come yet." she thinks. He leaves the dark mass that covers the other side of her face alone. She knows he finds it sexy. He's told her so, on more than one occasion. "You didn't cum." she states in a voice that surprises her with it's unevenness. He shakes his head in answer and the motion transfers through their bodies and translates to a quiver inside her. "Would you like to?" she asks with just a hint of playfulness colouring her now steadier voice. He nods his head and again the motion is transferred to movement inside her . She starts to ride him with short, grinding strokes. She's still quite sensitive and the grinding sends sporadic shocks of pleasure pain crawling up her spine and through her belly. He has let her control their lovemaking, but his responses are a bit stronger now. His thrusts are a little out of sink with hers, not so much with their timing, but more their power. It excites her. It tells her of his need for her and she accepts it willingly.

Xander thrust up, hard. Harder than he had intended and they crash together with a surprisingly wet slap of skin on skin. He's hunger is fast outgrowing his control. The next time she is fully impaled on him, he takes a firm grip on her hips, holding her in place. Once, he has halted her movement, one of his hands snakes it's way up along her back. His arm moves under hers and he hooks his hand over her shoulder. It gains him the leverage he needs to sit up. She shifts to accommodate his actions and he slides deliciously inside her, drawing little sounds from them both. His other hand finds its way to the base of her neck, burying itself in the luxurious curls he finds there. Her nipple scrape against his chest as he slide against her for an inch before their lips meet. They devour each other hungrily. Their tongues and lips slip and slide together as he shifts their position. With, a twist of his hips he starts them rolling. She shifts her legs and then she is in a controlled fall, his strong arms supporting her and she relaxes into it. He lowers her gently to the mat. Their lips never part, but their movement draws him almost completely out of her with his weight resting lightly and comfortably on top of her. Their lips finally part and they both exhale loudly. His mouth is barely an inch from hers and he feels her draw in breath, feels her breasts flatten into his chest as her ribcage expands when he thrusts forward returning himself to the wet, clutching, heated depths of her. The hissing "Yesssssssssssssssssssssss." of approval that escapes her lips along with that momentarily held breath and the feel of her fingernails digging into his ass cheeks is what finally drives him over the edge.

His arms are under her shoulder blades. His hands hook around her shoulders and the next few minutes are a blur of frenetic sensation. He drives into her with near savage intensity and she accepts him willingly, eagerly with thrusts of her own and they strive to intensify the pleasurable friction of there union. She throws her head back and arches her spine pressing herself hard into the weight of his body. He buries his head in the exposed crook of her neck, tasting her skin between desperate gulps of air needed to fuel the exertion of trying to become one with the women he loves.

Her breathing is a combination of pants, approvals and exclamations. Half formed word and sounds that convey the animalistic, yet loving nature of their coupling. Their bodies slap together wetly. She feels him inside her. Stretching her. Opening her. Exploring. The nature of her body gives some resistance to his thrust, the nature of her need drives that same body to attempt to hold him inside her for as long as she can. Her mind knows full well that his withdrawal is the prerequisite for the pleasure that is his thrust, but her mind is definitely not the one in control. "Yes. Yes. Yes!!" her mind screams as waves of orgasmic pleasure wash across her in mini climaxes bathing her in the gentle heat of satisfaction.

He can feel every part of her mould itself around the rampant invasion of his sex into hers. The resistance of her slick, heated tightness as he thrusts is less than when he tries to recede. A, reluctant welcome with a near overwhelming invitation to stay. He comes to the point where conscious thought ends and only muscle and emotion count. He starts to feel that special kind of light headedness as the world seems to concentrate itself in his crotch and their simply is not enough air in the universe to satisfy his starving lungs. The build up lasts for just a second more. A, second he believes he could not possibly survive and then with a hard, almost brutal thrust that is continued just that little bit further by the arching of his back, the dam burst. And he erupts inside her. Electricity locks his body in place as it races through his nervous system like wild fire. Stars dance on the insides of his eyelids as his eyes close involuntarily. His last breath is expelled in a cry to the gods of completion. A single word as hymn, anthem and exultation, "Faittttttttthhhhhhhhh!!". The word ends on a ragged , husky note as both his seed and energy drain into her. The harsh, electric shock of his climax finally releases it's hold on his body, if not his mind, and his muscles relax completely.

He's in heaven. He must be. He fleeting wonders when and how he died, but does not pursue the line of enquiry too far. He's floating, completely satisfied and utterly content until strange sensations begin to intrude. A tickling feeling along his ribs, sound that seems oddly familiar. The tickling becomes a sharp nudge. "Xander." The sound is his name and the voice is Faith's. Memory floods back and his eyes open as the nudge becomes a little more insistent. He is lying atop Faith, his full weight resting on her. He realises his bigger frame and bulk was most likely causing her some discomfort and with a false start he finally manages to support some of his weight on his elbows. The movement causes his deflated sex to slip out of her and with a grunt of effort he levers himself first onto his side and then into his back to lie next to her. He turns his head to look at her only to find that she has done the same. "Fuhuck me!" she says in a voice of whispered vehemence. "What again? Already?" he asks in a theatrically shocked voice that brings a broader smile to her lips. "Thought I'd lost you there for a moment, X." she continues. "Yeah. Sorry about that." he apologises. She shifts her shoulders along the mat and then rolls onto her side. He does the same and they find themselves nose to nose. Her head tilts slightly and their lips meet to share a sweet gentle kiss. As, they break the kiss, he rolls onto his back again and she moves with him, snuggling into his side and resting her head on his shoulder. "It's Okay. That was... was seriously intense." She forgives him. "But, all the same, you might wanna cut back on those Bigmacs there, Big Boy." she adds playfully. He chuckles and she can feel the vibrations of it against her cheek. Her fingers comb through the hair on his chest and her hand comes to rest just above his heart. She can feel it beating against her palm. "I know I'm big, but what does that have to do with burgers?" he rebuts in playful reply. "You're also oh so humble and modest." She retorts and nips at his shoulder with her teeth. This time he laughs out loud. He feels her lips smile against the skin of his shoulder near where it meets his neck before she whispers "But, I love you anyway. " He rolls his head to the side and plants a light kiss on her forehead. "I love you too, Faithy" She raises her head from his shoulder so that she can look down on him. "You do like to live dangerously. Don't you? Alexander?" she asks. Her tone is all threat and bravado, but she cannot keep a straight face as a smile twitches at the corners of her mouth and her eyes glitter with soft adoration. "Lifetime on the Hellmouth, Babe. What can I say?" he replies with an impudent grin while lacing his hands behind his head. "Babe?" she asks with a raised eyebrow. "Babe." he replies with a nod. The moment freezes for just an instant and then they are both laughing. Their laughter fills the training room. Her head slumps to his shoulder as her shoulders convulse with their shared mirth. It is minutes before they manage to find their composure and they both have to wipe tears from their eyes.

Little bits of laughter still slip out like after shocks as she says, "I think ...we better get dressed, Xander. The other could be home soon." He sighs. "Guess we should. I don't think Buffy would ever forgive us if we let Dawn catch us like this." he admitted grudgingly. "Oh yeah. Not to mention Kennedy and Red. We'd be hearing about it for weeks, if not, months." she added. " Yip. Dressed we should get." he reaffirmed with a fairly bad Yoda impression. Neither of them moved. "Come on," she encouraged, "On the count of three. One... Two... Three!" Again, they stayed exactly where they were. "What are we like six years old or something?" he asked with a rye chuckle. "Naah." She replied, "If we were, what we just did would have been soooo way illegal." She answered with a chuckle of her own. "Then come on, Sweetie." He told her as he got to his feet and extended his hand to help her up. They gathered their clothing, putting on first what was closest at hand. He was bent down to grab his t-shirt when he felt her hand lightly skim his back rest on his shoulder. She bent over too and he could feel her breath against his ear. "Honey, I think we might wanna get a mop and bucket." she whispered in his ear. "Huh?" he asked eloquently. She giggled. "I do love you. Wet spot, Xan. Spots, actually." she informed him with laughter in her voice. "Oh." He replied sheepishly. She kissed his cheek lightly. "You get the mop and bucket. I'll square away the gear?" she suggested. "Sounds like a plan." he agreed with a smile.

In no time flat they had the training room looking respectable again, but to her Slayer senses the room still reeked of sex. It made he feel perversely proud. She just hoped that none of the other Slayers in residence came down for a late night training session or workout. It wouldn't take much to figure out who had been doing what with them having been the only ones to stay in that evening. Xander too savoured the scent of sex. It wasn't the pervading musk that Faith's Slayer senses could detect in the room, it was the smell of her on his skin and he luxuriated in it. They paused at the door to the training room, his hand on the light switch. "That was one hell of a workout." he noted. "Yeah, and the Kendo wasn't bad either." she quipped and they both chuckled as he switched off the light.

THE END