Rainy night in Georgia

TITLE: Rainy night in Georgia

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Seven

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with one small change: Wood never, ever, ever existed. Ever.
Life after Sunnydale. There might be a whole lot more Slayers in the world, but there's also a hell of a lot more (pun intended) in it too. The surviving Scoobies have set up camp in L.A. at Angels old digs, the Hyperion. They run a kind of Slayer academy and help-line funded by the newly resurrected Watcher's Council.

DISCLAIMER: 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. - Deton8@mweb.co.za

The lights of the city twinkled out in the darkness outside the large, floor-to-ceiling, rain spattered window of their hotel suite. A hotel suite at the Hilton. She smiled over the rim of her whiskey tumbler, the ice producing a quiet tinkle as she raised it to her lips. She could hear the shower in the background along with cheerful humming. Her smile widened. The cotton of his white dress shirt felt good against her skin. She got up and padded over to the window, her reflection mingling with the droplets on it's outside.

They'd been sent to Georgia to help a young Slayer with a werewolf only to walk into a soap opera worthy of the Scoobies in their heyday, but everything worked out in the end. She had never been one to believe in love conquering all, actually love period, but these days... who knew? They'd decided to stay a couple of extra days. Neither had been to Georgia before and they weren't urgently needed elsewhere.

She heard the shower shut off, but not the humming. Her mind pictured his naked, water-spattered body and she felt her nipples slide against the soft material of his shirt as they hardened despite the relative warmth of the room. She took another sip of her drink feeling he golden liquid caress her throat as she swallowed.

She could see the reflection of the door to their bedroom in the glass, so she watched him as he entered the room. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. She felt her stomach flutter. She closed her eyes and shifted her stance, spreading her legs a little further and squaring her shoulders. Each move calculated to let the shirt hang loosely down her lithe form, silhouetting it through the white material.

She opened her eyes to meet the reflection of his mingled with hers. The hunger in his matched hers. She watched as he moved towards her slowly, but with purpose. She felt a shiver trickle down her spine. She loved it when he looked at her like that. Men had pretty much always wanted her, but the look on his face was more than just lust, there was something more, something deeper.

And, then he was there. His arms snaking around her waist, the damp heat of his freshly showered body pressing against the length of her backside. She let some of her weight fall back pressing herself against him, letting her head fall back and to the side to rest on his shoulder. She knew his towel was knotted at the side, so the bulge she felt against her butt could be only one thing. She let out a slow breath.

"Hey there, Mister." she greeted his reflection. His fingertips slid between two buttons and lightly caressed the toned muscles of her midriff. "Hey there, Yourself." He rumbled in her ear. The warm air tickled, but then she felt his tongue lightly lick the shell of her ear and then his teeth gave a little nip at her earlobe. "God, he knew just what to do to drive her wild." she thought as he nuzzled at her neck. "Hmmmm, that's nice." she murmured. "You smell and taste like vanilla, Babe. Makes me wanna pour chocolate all over you and just eat you up." he whispered letting his teeth test the muscle and skin of her neck. She chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind for later." she replied.

With his free hand he took her drink from her unresisting hand. She felt movement behind her and heard him swallow followed by the almost musical sound of ice falling back into an empty glass. She'd always liked that sound. He shifted again and then she heard a very dull thud. A quick flick of her eyes towards her feet found the empty tumbler off to one side.

His once again free hand undid the buttons below his caressing hand, freeing it to move down. Her breath hitched as his fingertips ran through her pubic hair, his fingernails lightly scraping the skin underneath.

She shifted her arms and locked her hands behind the small of his back, moulding herself to him even further. She ground her ass into his erection and she felt him draw a heavy breath against her saliva damp skin. She saw him grin in the window.

Her legs spread further without her conscious thought allowing him access as his finger curled and slid between her damp nether lips. The palm of his hand ground against her clit and she moaned as he explored her.
"You're wet." he told her. "You're Hard." she countered. "What a co-incidence." He stated as he let another finger slip inside her. Her sex clutched at him massaging his digits as they massaged her slit.

His other hand snaked up under the shirt and found one of her breasts. At first, he just cupped and weighed the firm globe in his palm. His hand felt hot against her skin, as he gently squeezed and fondled the mound, but it sent a shiver through her as his thumb found her hard nipple and flicked and rolled it.

Her breath shuddered as he stimulated her body and she felt the heat rising inside her. Felt the delicious tightening twist inside her belly as waves of pleasure swept across her senses and her orgasm built.

She unlocked her hands and let them slide under the top of the towel. She felt the towel loosen, but it stayed in place as she fondled the rock hard globes of his ass, testing them with her fingernails. Their hips rolled as they rocked slightly.

"Oh god, yes!" she encouraged him as his thumb found her clit and frigged it. She shifted her head, resting it on his other shoulder giving him access to the other side of her neck. He sucked and nipped at the juncture of her neck and shoulder before trailing kisses back up to her ear. She wanted to turn, to feel his lips on hers, but he stopped her.

"Lean forward and put your hands on the glass." He growled, his voice velvet smooth over a skeleton of steely command. She complied before she even realized what she was doing. This is what he could do to her. What made them work so well. He could make her surrender control in a good way. She had, had to maintain her self-control so strictly to rebuild her life, in prison and after, it had made her feel isolated. She'd only let people in so far, afraid that her new self was just a veneer and if someone went too deep they'd find and unleash the old Faith and everything would go to hell, metaphorically... maybe literally considering.

And, then this goofy bastard wouldn't stop trying, stop digging and they became friends' in spite of her best attempts to drive him off, and she was good at driving people off, olympic status good. The idea was new, almost alien to her, having a guy as a genuine friend and then the feelings started showing up. The 'til 4am talks, the comfortable silences, the ideas that were a little more than friendly and a lot too much like her old self. It became a conscious effort not to flirt, not to daydream of what might be and then it seemed the flirting wasn't just one sided. Was it her imagination? Hope was born and squashed before it could rise too high and then late on an ordinary-seeming Tuesday night everything changed.

They'd had a marathon DVD session, a couple of beers, more for refreshment than any need to get buzzed. He was reclining at the one end of the sofa, feet up on the coffee table. She was stretched out on the sofa, her head cushioned on his stomach. She was so relaxed she didn't think she could move if a whole battalion of vampires came crashing through the door right then. The credits to When Harry met Sally were still rolling and she lifted and turned her head to make a comment when he leaned down and kissed her.

Her first thought was that she should be shocked. Shouldn't she be protesting or something. Instead her lips opened and she accepted the light probe of his tongue and soft touch of his lips. Her eyes were wide open the whole time. He pulled back and she raised her head further to keep the contact longer without conscious thought.

"Nice deer-in-the-headlights impression, Faith." he told her. "Xander, I..." she started to reply, but he silenced her with a finger over her lips. She saw and felt him take a deep breath and then: "Look Faith, we've been flirting for months and technically we've actually been dating for the last month." He said. She started to protest, but he gave her a silencing look. "Come on, Faith. When is the last time we really did anything planned with the others? We've been out to nine dinners together alone and umpteen movies and that's just this month, We do this, well not this exactly, but you know what I mean twice a week. Faith, last week we slept together on this sofa. It was the best sleep I've had in ages. Please correct me if I'm wrong. We have something here, don't we?" he finally asked.

The silence got a little stretched before she realized he was going to let her answer this time. "Xander, we do and... But..." she tried to explain, but she could still taste his lips on hers. "Things could go horribly wrong? They could... It could also be the best thing to ever happen to either of us. Relationships are like that, but don't we owe it to each other to find out. We have feeling for each other, that's a fact. It can't been changed. We need to deal with that fact and hiding or burying them are not options. Dammit Faith, I've been wanting to kiss you for the last week." he explained for her.

She lifted her hand to the back of his neck, letting her fingers worm into his hair and then she lifted her head and pulled him into a kiss of her own. The kiss was languid and exploring. This time her eyes fluttered closed and she let herself, just for a moment, get lost in the sensation. She broke the kiss reluctantly, opening her eyes as she did so.

"I've wanted you to, for the last two weeks or so." She told him in a soft voice. "This isn't gonna be easy, X. I've never done this before. You know what I was like. Get some and get gone. I've never had a boyfriend before." she admitted giving him the out if he wanted to, hoping he would and equally strongly that he wouldn't.

Xander looked down at her and smiled. "Faith I voluntarily stayed in Sunnydale for most of my life. Easy would confuse me. And, yeah, I thought I knew what you were like then, but today, right now, I know who you are. So, what do you say?" he answered.

She looked up at him. "I need a moment to check something." She replied and her hand snaked up again and started to drag his lips to hers. "Take your time." she heard him say just before their lips met and she did as they kissed passionately.

They broke the kiss only when breathing became an issue and they broke it grinning. "I'm guessing that's a yes, but of course if you want to check again I don't think I'd have a problem with it." He grinned down at her. She had to chuckle and the last of the tension flowed out of her.

"Yes. That's a yes." she said softly, but with conviction and a smile. "Good." He answered simply. " Now get up and get me another beer and maybe some popcorn, Wench." he commanded imperiously. The punch she landed on his shoulder wasn't too hard. "Get it yourself and you might as well get me some too." was her reply. "Just checking." he said rubbing his shoulder. "Damn straight." She threw back. But, he didn't stop grinning and he did give her a lingering kiss before he got up. He brought the beer and snacks and popped in their last DVD before they took up their previous position. She couldn't remember what movie it was. She didn't think they saw much of it as they had other things to occupy their attention.

They told the gang the following morning. It had been just a little embarrassing. They'd actually had a pool going as to when the couple would actually admit what they were, and Dawn won which was followed by a " I'm going-shopping" dance and a lot of grumbling as people handed her cash, even Giles.

They only became lovers a month later although it came close a couple of times before that. She found taking it slow, strangely refreshing. It took them another four months to drop all the pretenses and start living in the same suite. That was ten rollercoaster-months ago.

His hand left her sex and she felt an immediate sense of loss, drawing her out of her reverie. But, it was replaced by a sense of anticipation as she caught sight of the towel being tossed to the side in the periphery of her vision. She felt his hands on the outside of her thighs, caress and applying pressure as they moved upward and under the hem of the shirt.

His fingers caressed her skin sending little sparks of sensation rippling up her spine and into her belly, charging the dynamo of her orgasm a little more. She could feel herself open and grow wet even as her nipples hardened with anticipation.

She could feel his breath hot against her neck. He was breathing through his nose, she could tell, but was it because his teeth were gritted with the effort of teasing her or was he just reveling in the scent of her arousal. That, she couldn't tell.

She braced her hands against the window as his strong hands slid over her hips and took hold of her waist. She arched her back further pushing back into him, making her desires clear with a frustrated moan. He chuckled, but it held no amusement, just a promise. The window felt cold in comparison to her front and she could see her breath fogging on the clear rain-spattered surface wreathing the cityscape in the illusion of mist.

Her legs shifted further apart as his nose nuzzled at her hair and his teeth nipped at her corded shoulder muscles. He shifted forward and she felt his shaft, hot and hard against the crack of her ass.

She couldn't resist and moved her ass up and down, grinding back against him. He took a firmer hold on her waist and thrust into her movement, humping her ass crack. They both groaned.

"Xander." she pleaded, barely recognizing her own voice. Her pleas did not fall on deaf ears. One of his hands slid up her spine over he shirt laving a heated trail on already hot skin. When his hand reached the spot between her shoulder blades he pushed forward, his hand other hand tightened at her waist and he pressed her against the glass holding her in place. The glass was shockingly cold, making her skin tingle through the light cotton shirt, and she felt her nipples press back into her breasts as the firm flesh was squashed against the glass but the tips hardened even further making her gasped.

She felt his lower body move down, the head of his sex slipping free of her ass crack and then sliding forward between her wet, swollen, throbbing outer lips. He moved back and forth for a moment, whether searching for her opening or teasing she couldn't tell, she didn't care. It made her stomach flutter and her breathing even more ragged.

When he leaned close the contrast of his heat and the cool glass further sensitized her whole body. His voice was husky in her ear when he said: "You look better in this shirt than I do and... by the way... I love you." And he planted a soft kis on her neck just below her ear.

She didn't have a chance to reply although his words spread the heat from her loins to her heart. All she could do was whimper as he thrust forward and his shaft slowly entered her. Her sex moulded itself around him, inviting and resisting his intrusion. She could feel him slide into her quarter inch by quarter inch. No matter how many time they made love she could never get over the feeling of him entering her. It seemed to complete their strange and unexpected connection in a way she was at a loss to explain, but she didn't really have to, it simply was.

Her fingernails scrabbled at the glass and she couldn't help but thrust back as he buried himself to the hilt. Pleasure cascaded through her, pooling below her belly and like gasoline on a flame it intensified the heat of her internal fire pushing her that much closer to boiling point.

She could feel her orgasm, roiling and building as her muscles rippled around his shaft wanting to draw him deeper and and force him out at the same time.
His hand slid from the centre of her shoulder blades allowing her breasts to leave the glass. That hand then slid under her arm and worked it's way down the front of her shirt. She heard a button pop and ping as it hit the glass and then his hand found one of her breasts. It felt like a furnace compared to the coolness of the glass and he massaged the heat into the firm sensitive flesh. She gasped as he rolled a hard nipple with his palm.

She through her head back and was grateful for the support of his broad shoulder. He pulled back, withdrawing from within her. Her body fought to hold him in even as her mind screamed to let him go in anticipation of his thrusting return. The smell of sex was heavy all around them and she breathed it in deeply.

He moved until just his head was inside her and then gave a tantalizing pause with very act of him drawing breath causing him to move slightly in and out of her. It was delicious torture. She placed her palms and fingers flat on the glass and shifted onto the balls of her feet, digging her toes into the luxurious carpet. When she felt him thrust she pushed back and down adding speed and power to his thrust. She groaned he grunt and when he was fully inside her she rolled her hips grinding back into him and she heard him say her name on a heavily exhaled breath and she did the same with his.

They repeated the process again and again, but without the pause, and soon found a steady rhythm and pace. The coiled spring in her belly that was her orgasm wound tighter and tighter with every thrust and soon, too soon and not soon enough it wouldn't be able to hold all the energy and tension. Sounds and half spoken words she couldn't quite comprehend drifted out into the room, but she did know that some of them were coming from her lips. Her teeth worried at her full lower lip but did nothing to quell the noises

She turned her head to the side and hungrily sought his lips. She tasted both sweat and soap on his face until they kissed. Their lips writhed in time with there increasing rhythm. Tongues dueling and dancing, advancing and reteating as they explored each others' mouths. She could taste hints ofthe whiskey in his mouth , she assumed he could taste it in hers. She wasn't sure if she was seeing stars or if it was just the winkle of the city lights outside the window. She really didn't care.

His hand left her waist and snaked across the skin of her taut, shuddering belly and then downwards. She closed her eyes, broke their kiss, let her head loll on his shoulder and gave herself over to the sensation of touch. When his fingers found her clit the world behind her eyes went from black to white and she cried out as her orgasm tore through her body.

Her body clamped down around him as every nerve lit up. Her sex rippled around him and she gasped as he thrust hard against her resisting flesh and buried himself to the hilt one last time before joining her in completion with a deep grunt muffled in her luxurious wealth of dark hair. She felt him spasm and she swore she could actually feel his seed pumping into her.

It felt almost like a soothing balm as her body relaxed as the overload of orgasm subsided. The aftershocks complimented he's own rather than resisting it as before. They stumbled slightly as his weight dropped onto her back, but he steadied then as her forehead again came to rest on the now enjoyable cool glass in front of her. She hadn't realized how heavy their breathing had become until they both returned to normal and silence settled around them.

He wrapped an arm around her midriff and the other just below her breasts, holding her close as nature took it's course and his penis shrank and inevitable slipped out of her. She gave the softest of sighs and blinked slowly luxuriating the comfortable feeling of satiation, her lovers arms, his lips as he lightly kissed the back of her neck and the feel of the lightest trickle of the evidence of their combined passion on the inside of her thigh.

They stayed like that in silence until a sudden gust of wind blew the rain hard against the window bringing the world back into focus. Her lips curled into a lazy smile as her eyes met his in the reflection again. He took all of his weight back onto his own feet, but did not break their contact.

"Let's go to bed." he whispered in her ear with a light nip at her earlobe. "You tired?" she asked. "Not particularly," he answered with a reflected grin, "but I am freezing my ass off." he finished with a saucy hitch of his eyebrows. She couldn't help but chuckle. He took a step back and she turned to find his outstretched hand. She took it, and with a nod of his head in the direction of their bedroom and a smile he led her to bed.

The End