Sharing

TITLE: Sharing

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith

RATING: NC-17 - Sex and Language

CATEGORY: Romance. Angst and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three and Seven

UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with one small change: Wood never, ever, ever existed. Ever.
Set shortly after the final episode.

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

They slowly turned away from the crater that had been Sunnydale and went back to the bus. "What now?" Faith asked. They just kind of looked at each other and then at Giles. "What?" he asked. "Very well. I guess we could make our way to L.A. We can let Angel know what's happened and I am sure there will be room for us at the Hyperion. It is a hotel after all. We can get some rest and give the wounded time to heal. After that we can figure things out." He suggested. "Sounds like a plan, but one slight amendment. We need to find the nearest motel or hotel. I need a shower." Buffy said with a smile and they all agreed.

It took them an hour to find a Holiday Inn and another half an hour to get everyone looking like they hadn't been through hell enough to check in. They didn't really have the resources to get everyone a room, so they made arrangements amongst themselves.

Xander opted to get a room of his own when Giles said he'd have to share with Andrew. "Gods, he was tired and a shower and a soft bed all his own felt like heaven." He thought as the clerk ran his credit card. He turned to watch his friends. Buffy was talking to Dawn. Giles was chatting with Andrew. While, Willow and Kennedy were talking to the rest of the slayerettes. He smiled when he noted that the witch and the Slayer had their arms around each other's waists. His eyes finally came to rest on Faith. She sat on a sofa, a little apart from the group. She had her arms wrapped around her knapsack on her lap and just appeared to be looking around the place. She caught his eye, gave him a small, wan smile and returned to her perusal of the lobby.

He wondered what was going through her mind. Technically, she was a fugitive. She could run, simply disappear, none of them would stop her. She deserved a new start. She had changed. He had always been attracted to the dark haired Slayer, but now he actually found he liked Faith. He also doubted this new Faith would run, so she'd most likely hand herself in and he further doubted she'd be able to explain how she escaped in order to help subdue Angelus, a raging, homicidal vampire and then go on to save the world from being overrun by The First, hellspawn and darkness. It was times like this that you missed good old Sunnydale PD, they'd believe pretty much anything.

"Stare much?" Dawn asked him, snapping him out of his thoughts. "She's pretty enough if you're into that, seductive, leather-wearing type. " the teen continued. He looked at her non-plussed and she gave him a smile that seemed all to knowing for his liking. He was about to make a rebuttal of some sought when she continued. "Well then, We're heading upstairs to see if we can drain this place's supply of hot water. We're all on the third floor. See you later." She informed him and moved off.

He got his room key and was surprised to see that Faith was still sitting on the sofa where he had last seen her. It seems like in all the confusion, she'd been left behind. He walked over and realized why. She was asleep. Somehow looking at her at that moment she seemed different, younger, at peace. He was loathe to wake her, but he couldn't leave her to sleep in the lobby either. He bent over and shook her lightly by the shoulder, calling her name. She went from asleep to Slayer ready in a blink of an eye. Her hand actually stopped less than an inch from wrapping around his throat.

"Wha..?..." she started muzzily and then "Sorry." When she realized where her hand was. "Wake up sleepy head." He told her and watched as she relaxed back onto the sofa. She looked around. "Where are the others?" she asked. " They've gone up to their rooms." He supplied. "Oh." She said with a yawn and a stretch that gave him an unobstructed view of her cleavage down her slightly torn tank top which he savoured for a moment before turning his head.

"Don't suppose you know who I'm bunking with and where I might find them?" she ask rolling her shoulders to get the kinks out. "Nope, afraid not, best I can do is somewhere on the third floor." He replied and she sighed. "Suppose I better go knock on some doors." She said getting up. "Don't bother. I'll just get you a room, besides by the time you find your room, I doubt there'll be any hot water left." He offered. "Thanks, Xander, that's nice of you but I couldn't let you do that. I'll just go and find Buffy." She answered.

He frowned. "Why not just bunk with me then?" he asked after a moment, not quite sure why he wasn't just letting her go off on her own to find her room. "Xander Harris are you coming on to me." She asked him with her hand on her hip." He looked at her for a moment and then answered: "Maybe. I'll let you know when I'm a little less drop-dead tired. I'll just change my room to a double." She looked at him, her eyes going shrewd. "C'mon, don't bother. We can share a bed, I promise not to jump you in the middle of the night." She said moving to the elevators.

He watched her for a second, grabbed his bag and then followed. "Promise?" he asked playfully as they waited for the elevator to arrive. She flashed him broad toothy grin. "I'll let you know when I'm a little less drop-dead tired." She echoed his earlier statement and they entered the elevator on the heels of his laughter.

She nodded at his bag. "You packed?" she asked. "Yip. Figured if I didn't make it, it wouldn't really matter what, with the world overrun with evil, and if I did well..." he made a 'Ta Da!' gesture at his bag. "You've grown up, Xander. It suites you." She told him with a slight, dimpled smile. "Thanks. You've grown into yourself too." He replied not really choosing his words. She gave him a quizzical look and he suddenly wondered why the elevator was taking so long to reach their floor which it did suddenly to his relief.

He hustled them out of the elevator and made briskly for their room and she followed more slowly allowing him to avoid any chance of further conversation.
She trailed him into the room. "Mind if I use the shower first?" she asked from behind him. "Go ahead." He shot over his shoulder as he put his bag on the bed and began to unzip it. "He didn't hear her move behind him and turned. "Err... Um... Could I borrow something to wear? I'll need to wash these and they'll need time to dry." She explained tugging at her tank top. "Sure, take your pick." He told her gesturing at his now open bag and inwardly shaking his head at her hesitance at asking such a small thing and smiling at that fact that she had done it anyway.

He started to unpack and he heard the bathroom door open and close behind him. A few minutes later he heard the shower start. He stripped off his shirt and t-shirt and took a quick inventory of the scrapes, scratches and bruises he'd sustained. None looked too bad, considering. His ribs were still a little tender, but nothing was broken. He stopped his inspection as he heard Faith start to sing The Way You Look Tonight in the shower. Her voice was mellow and husky and she wasn't all that bad.

The sound of her voice made him suddenly quite aware of her presence again. And, his tired mind conjured up the image of her naked, under the shower spray singing. He had seen her naked, once, along time ago, another lifetime ago for both of them actually, but it was something he would never forget. Tired as he was the image got a little rise out of him and for just a moment he wondered if she'd locked the door and what she'd do if he simply joined her. It was a novel thought and it didn't do much to relieve his growing hard on, but remembering that she could most likely beat him to death with his own arm did and with a soft sigh he let the image and the idea go.

He lay back on the king size bed and had begun to doze when the sound of the bathroom door opening brought him back to consciousness. Steam wafted out of the open doorway and so did Faith in a white terry robe, with a towel around her head. For, a second, he still thought he was dreaming. She was in soft focus, what with the steam and his less than wakeful state and wet wisps of her luxurious dark tresses had escaped the towel to frame her face. "Beautiful." He whispered, before he became fully awake. He hoped she hadn't heard him, but he reiterated it in his mind, she really was a beautiful woman.

He got up and told her again that she could grab anything she wanted from his bag, Grabbed a fresh pair of boxers, his sweatpants, his kit bag and made his way to the bathroom. As he passed her she said: "Thank You." There was a look in her eye and a lowering of her lashes that hinted that it was more than just for the offer of clothing, but to question her on it would take away any plausible deniability he had. He shut the bathroom door behind him with a strange sense of relief. "What was going on here?" he asked himself.

Her damp clothes were hung on the towel rail and he couldn't help but notice the pair of black lace panties she'd been wearing and obviously wasn't wearing anymore. He found himself swallowing to wet a suddenly dry mouth. He stripped quickly and set the shower a bit colder than he might have liked for the first few minutes.

The water felt good on his skin and even better when he turned up the heat and turned off his mind. He felt some of the tension slip from his muscles and relaxed as some of he latent aches faded away. He took his time and only left the shower when the water began to cool. He considered just grabbing the other robe, but figured he'd have to come back to the bathroom to change anyway, so...

He dried himself and put on his boxers and sweatpants, but for some reason his eyes kept getting drawn to her lacey underwear. They seemed surprisingly delicate and feminine considering the circumstances she had worn them during. He resisted the urge to reach out and touch them. He left his old clothes in a pile on the floor where he'd thrown them. He could deal with them later and left the bathroom.

He stopped without closing the door as his eyes fell on Faith. She was sitting on the bed, putting lotion on her legs, her long, creamy, smooth and shapely legs to be precise. She was facing slightly away from him and was humming softly to herself. He caught the slightest hint of vanilla in the air and drew a deep breath. She was wearing his cotton, pin striped, long sleeve shirt and drowning in it. If she stood it would easily almost reach her knees, the cuffs were folded way back and the top two buttons were undone. From, his vantage point, he could just see a hint of her cleavage. Her hair was a tumbling mass of curls and she looked strangely feminine in the man's shirt.

She started to hike the shirt further up to start on her thighs when he realized that the situation might be a touch inappropriate and voyeuristic. He closed the door a little more loudly than was strictly necessary to alert her to his presence. She looked up and smiled, but still finished applying the lotion before letting the shirt fall back into place.

"Clothes you don't got, but lotion you do?" he asked playfully. She shrugged. "It's all about prioritizing." She replied with a grin and he chuckled. Just then, there was a knock on the door and she said: "Perfect timing." And flounced off the bed and passed him to get the door. What Xander found more perplexing than who was at the door was the fact that tough-as-nails Faith could actually flounce, and even stranger that he found it cute, as his eyes followed her to the door.

She opened the door and ushered in a bellhop with a room service trolley. He watched as she checked the covered plates and then handed the bellhop a folded bill from the pocket on the front of the shirt. The bellhop's eyes lingered where the cash had come from and he hardly looked at the bill as he tucked it away in a pocket of his. Faith never saw Xander's glower, but the bellhop did and suddenly realized he had something to do elsewhere. "Why'd I do that?" he asked himself.

She brought the trolley the rest of the way into the room and with a flourish started revealing what was under the covers. There was steak for each of them and fries and salads as well as onion rings. She also reached down and produced a six pack of Heineken and presented it with a game show prize flourish. His mouth watered. "Faith, you rock." He told her enthusiastically. "I know, and I ain't done yet." She quipped. Reaching to the lower level of the trolley a second time she presented him with two chocolate sundaes. "And now you roll too." He told her in response. "Hey, remember, one of these are mine." She told him moving the sundaes out of his reach. He let his face fall and made a sound of disappointment and then broke into a huge grin that made her laugh. "Play your cards right and I'll let you have my cherry too." He told her with a voice shaky with mirth. He watched as her full lips moved to make a witty comeback, but then a cloud seemed to pass over her features and she turned sombre. Dark eyes contemplated him for a moment and then she just invited him to eat claiming she didn't want the steak to get cold. He wanted to question her sudden change of mood, but also didn't want ruin the meal she had ordered for them, so he let it go, but kept it at the back of his mind.

They feasted. Faith ate the way she fought all go and gusto and he was not far behind. They chatted about this or that as they ate, keeping it light and soon she was as animated and cheerful as she had been earlier. He never did give her that cherry, but once they'd cleaned the bowls to the point of near sparkling they both sat back with satisfied sighs.

Out of nowhere Faith belched and he watched as she actually blushed. "Errr... Sorry." She apologized. "Don't be. In Japan that is considered a compliment to the chef and I'm sure he heard that one." He kidded. "Hey!" she cried indignantly and swatted him with her napkin. He shifted to dodge and winced as his ribs twinged. She frowned at him. "A bit tender. Those Bringers and Ubervamps tend to pack a punch." He explained. She nodded. "Lie down on the bed on your back. Besides lotion, I also have something that will help with the healing." She told him. He made to argue that it wasn't that bad, but she just pointed at the bed and her expression brooked no argument, so he complied.

The cream she applied to his ribs was cool and left a little tingle on his skin. Her hands were surprisingly smooth and her touch soft and he just lay back and relaxed with his eyes closed. Her scent enveloped him, vanilla from her moisturizer, but there was also a hint of something else he couldn't quite place and he finally just put it down to being Faith. "See was that so bad? You'll be all better by the morning." She told him and he thanked her.

He opened his eyes when her hands touched him again. "You've got so many of these." She stated tracing the scars he'd gotten over the years on his chest and abdomen. "The joys of living in Sunnydale and fighting the good fight. I bet you've got your fair share too." He replied sitting up. She made a derisive snort. "Funnily enough, only one and it's proof that Slayer healing has a sense of irony." She answered and it was his turn to frown.

She opened a gap between two buttons on his shirt, low on her stomach and shift it to the side to show him a two and a half inch, slightly raised, white scar. "Buffy. When she put me in a comma back in the bad old days." She explained softly. "Oh." Was the only reply he could make. With, a sigh she lay down next to him.

"I could sleep for a week." She told him and he agreed, but instead he got up and went to the bathroom. He relieved himself and brushed his teeth. He still couldn't quite figure out what was happening here, but he didn't seem adverse to letting it happen. When he got out of the bathroom she had drawn the curtains and only the bedside lamps were on. After he exited she entered the bathroom to do the same as he had he assumed. By, the time she was done, he had stripped off his sweats and climbed under the covers.

She slid in next to him and they both put out the lamps. He was bone tired, but sleep seemed to mock him, staying just out of reach. "Faith, you asleep?" he queried into the velvety darkness. "No." was her quiet reply.

"What are you going to do when we get to LA?" he asked and waited as the silence drew out. Eventually she sighed and answered: "Well, I guess I'm gonna go out find a club, dance 'til the sun comes up and then hand myself in to do my time and whatever they tack on for my escape. After that I won't have nothing but time. I reckon watching my back in the shower will be a walk in the park considering what we've just survived."

"Doesn't quite seem fair does it? Save the world, go to jail, go directly to jail, do not pass new beginning." He commented, not knowing what to really say. She gave a deep-throated laugh. He could actually feel the bed shake with her mirth. "Xander, how do you always manage to come up with those gems?" she asked. "It's a talent. Buffy got the Slayer stuff, Willow got the magicks and me... I got the way with words at inappropriate times." Was his reply as he smiled up at the ceiling.

"And, in the vein of inappropriateness, why'd you go all dark and broody earlier?" he asked. "Broody's a bit strong." She countered. "Faith." He said her name in such a way as to make it clear it wasn't. "What you said, it made me think of something that I am not very proud of. Something that maybe I should apologise for, but don't quite know how." She answered hesitantly.

He went over the conversation in his head, but couldn't quite make the connection. "I don't..." he started, but she cut him off. "I kinda already took your cherry, not to put too fine a point on it. Remember? My motel room, and apocolypse, that was very nice and goodbye. Ring any bells? Well, I'm sorry." She interrupted him, the words spilling out in a rush. "Oh... That cherry. Well at least you didn't tie my stem in a knot with your tongue." was all he could manage and then they both stared out into the darkness in silence before they started laughing. His stomach hurt before they stopped.

"Oh, Faith. As first times go it might have lacked intimacy, but it sure as hell had passion. I actually remember it quite fondly, it's the later trying to kill me bit that tends to be more of a sore point." He told her. "Oh Yeah, sorry about that too." She replied, starting another fit of laughter.

"Thanks, Xander for this. The bed being the least of it. " She thanked him softly as their laughter died. "Don't even think about it. We need to speak to Giles in the morning. I still think saving the world should come with some kind of get-out-of-jail-free card." He told her. "Keep working that Monopoly metaphor there X. We'll see." She said yawning. "Good night, Xander." She said. "Good night, Faith." He reciprocated. "Good night, Johnboy." She whispered sleepily and he drifted off into sleep with a slight smile quirking his lips.

There was something warm on his chest and pressed against his side. "It smells too good to be a daemon." He thought sleepily, but managed to drag his eyes open anyway. He looked down to find a mass of dark tresses spread across his chest with Faith's face barely visible. Her full lips bore a slight smile. Her steady breathing warmed his chest with little warm gusts of air. She shifted, snuggling closer to him and her leg slid over his with a soft sigh. Her skin felt incredible smooth against his and he panicked a bit when his manhood reacted and he felt it expand against her thigh. He hoped she wouldn't notice until he had a chance to move, but he felt her breathing change and as he watched her eyes fluttered open.

She tilted her head to look up at him, her hair silky, smooth against his chest. Her smile turned bemused. "You've got wood." She commented softly and huskily. "Your nipples are pressing into my side. You thigh is rubbing the inside of mine. Your hair smells absolutely divine. You look like an angel when you sleep and you're sleeping in my arms. I think I'm entitled." He countered. "Fair enough." She replied and made to move away. He couldn't say why, but instead of letting her, her locked his arm where it had lay loosely down her back and onto her waist, keeping her in place. She settled back in place without a word and they lay there in silence as the room lightened with the rising sun.

"What are we doing?" she asked into his chest in a hushed tone. "I don't know." He answered honestly. "Xander, I'm damaged goods and I'm going to prison. I don't know where this could lead." She said in the same hushed tone. "We'll see about prison, Faith and as to being damaged goods... Who in this room isn't? You've turned your life around. No one else. You did. I can't tell you where this is going. Hell, I can't rightly tell you what this is, but it feels strangely right." He told her earnestly.

He felt her cheek shift and assumed she had smiled. "I know where I would like this to go, well for right now anyway." She stated her intimate tone turning sultry. He felt her hand on his chest and then her fingers began to trail slowly downwards. She caressed him through his boxers. He found himself blinking rapidly as her gentle ministrations brought him to full mast. He felt her lips on his chest, a warm, wet oval and then her sweet tongue traced swirls on his skin. He groaned.

"Wasn't this too soon?" he thought, but his body and his mind had disconnected as his hand slid up from her waist and cupped the soft flesh of her breast where it rested against the side of his chest. He could feel the hard pebble of her nipple press into his palm though the soft, light material of his shirt as he massaged the firm, ample globe. He felt her murmur her appreciation against his saliva slickened skin. He kissed the top of her head inhaling her scent.

He let go of her breast and shifted their position in one quick, fluid motion, drawing a gasp from her with it's suddenness as she found herself on her back with him leaning over her. He plundered her open lips and their tongues explored the arena of their mouths, darting back and forth like champion dualists. She pressed against him, arching her back and writhing slowly. It amazed him that she was staring at him wide eyed through it all.

One of his hands wound it's way into her wealth of dark hair, massaging her scalp as she did the same to him, intensifying the kiss. His free hand slid under the covers and found the sumptuous, firm, smoothness of her inner thigh. He stroked it lightly working his way upwards under the hem of her shirt, but not quite reaching the juncture where thigh met sex. Every time he got close she would writhe harder, trying to bring herself in contact with fingers. He teased her and as a punishment she nipped hard at his lip, but he persisted reveling in the sounds and responses he was coaxing from her. When his fingers found wetness about an inch from her sex he finally relented and when this time when her hips buck his fingers slid between her wet, swollen nether lips. She groaned as his fingers collected her free-flowing juices from her slit, lubricating them. His finger found her opening and plunged in with almost no resistance, she was so wet. When he added a second finger, his thumb also found her clit she actually gasped, her sex tightening around his probing fingers and her eyes fluttered closed.

He broke their kiss looking down at her as he pleasured her. She was breathing hard, through her mouth. He dipped down and ran his tongue over her kiss swollen lower lip. Her hips rose, pressing herself into his hand to the rhythm of his probing fingers and circling thumb. He watched as she tried to reach for him and he increased his tempo and pressure and she gasped again. Her hands found the coverlet instead of his body and she clutched handfuls of the material as her back bowed. He could see the hard little points of her nipples straining against the light material of the shirt and they were targets he simply couldn't resist. He swooped down and sucked hard on one, drawing it and the material into his mouth. He laved the hard nub thoroughly with his tongue and she thrust her breast against his face. The material was wet and near see through when he released it and he could see the dark outline of her areola.

He looked up to find Faith with her head thrown back with the creamy expanse of her throat exposed. She was close he could feel her sex flutter around his fingers. When her nipple had been in his mouth he had felt the shudders run through her body every time he stroked her clit. He wanted to hold her there forever. She looked like a goddess, powerful and helpless all at the same time. She had never seemed more truly feminine to him than at that moment, but his own need for release was growing. Her reactions to his ministrations, the way she looked, the way the room filled with the scent of Faith and sex and the sounds, noises and half-spoken word she uttered had him excited to the point of bursting. His boxers were damp and sticky with pre-cum and he throbbed in tune with his racing heart.

Suddenly, he wanted to see her orgasm. He needed to see her cum. He blew on the saliva soaked material around her nipple, cooling the material and the responsive flesh underneath tightened even further, while at the same time he turned his fingers and curled them inward and pressed down with his thumb in tight little circles.

Her body went tense and she threw her head back even further, her mouth open in a wordless scream. She clenched around him almost painfully hard and then his fingers were bathed in liquid heat as her channel rippled around his digits. He felt her juices pool in his palm as the bow of her back slowly began to relax. He started to straighten his fingers and her back shot up again. He then saw how fast a Slayer could really be, He hardly saw her hand move, but she had his wrist in a vice-grip, through the coverlet, holding his hand immobile. She relaxed in stages and he gave her the time. Watching her cum had nearly driven him over the edge too and their combine motionlessness gave him the time to gain some control, but not much.

She released the grip on his wrist when her breathing returned to something approximating normal, but he didn't move his fingers until she stopped randomly spasming around them. He could have sworn she actually whimpered when he slid his fingers free. He leaned down and kissed her soft, lightly, his tongue barely slipping between her lips. He broke the kiss and then returned to just brush her lips with his before leaning back.

"Oh wow! Where did you learn to do that?" she asked incredulously. "I guess, you can thank Anya, she broadened my horizons even more than you did." He told her. "So, she wasn't kidding about the being a viking in bed?" she stated and he nodded yes with a smirk. He withdrew his hand out from under the coverlet. It was drenched and watched Faith's eyes widened as he licked her juices off his hand.

He could see her desire flare in her hazel eyes and her grin turned into a leer. "Viking versus Slayer... Interesting. Let's see who comes out on top?" She said, her voice low and husky. "Or, who begs to be on the bottom?" Xander countered with a smoldering look of his own.

She threw the coverlet off the bed baring them to the morning air. He made to reach for her, but a strong hand in the middle of his chest pushed him back down onto the bed. "Damn, She was fast." He thought because she was almost suddenly kneeling next to him on the bed. She didn't want him to move and he knew that trying was pointless.

He watched as she grabbed the hem of his shirt she was wearing and in one swift motion whipped it off over her head. He found his gaze held by her breasts as they were pulled up by the material of the shirt and then settled back with a slight shimmy as they were freed. Her erect nipples pointed upward invitingly. Her breasts swayed as she threw the shirt across the room and shook out her magnificent mane of dark hair.

She reached for the waistband of his boxers and he lifted his butt so that she could pull them down, baring his rampant manhood. It twitched as the air hit it and then her warm, soft hand wrapped itself around his shaft causing his balls to tighten and he found himself having to grit his teeth in order to keep himself from going over the edge. Her fisted hand skimmed the length of his shaft wth a gentle carress and the air hissed out between his teeth as his hips bucked. He could feel her spreading his pre-cum along his length and when she had it lubricated to her satisfaction she tightened her grip and jacked him in earnest. "Oh Fuck." He moaned and she looked back at him with smoldering eyes. "Not yet, but soon." She teased. "For now, I bet that," she flicked her eyes at his throbbing manhood in her fist. "looks pretty tasty to me." He groaned.
She drew her fist down to the base of his cock and then lowered her head. He watched as dark curls obscured his manhood before his hips bucked again, a reaction the warm, liquid heat that surrounded him as her lips wrapped themselves tightly around his shaft engulfing his head. It was a reaction he could not control, but one that she expertly did, compensating as she slowly walked her lips further down his shaft, sucking all the while. Her tongue swirled, flicked and licked, scattering his thoughts with every movement. He felt the head of his dick slip into his throat and she added a swallowing motion to her amazing repertoire. She move back and forth, working his length expertly. He had thought Anya was good at oral, but Faith took it from a skill to an artform. He felt his control slipping, balancing on a painfully pleasurable knife-edge with her oral onslaught like a gale force wind barreling down on him, trying t o push him over. Then, her hand was gone and only her lips and mouth remained as he felt her nose press into his pubes. She swallowed hard and he lost it.

He tried to warn her, her name falling from his lips on a panted breath as he felt his balls clench and his semen rush up his shaft. Whether she understood or not he would never know, because she only backed up a little, but kept sucking hungrily as he grunted loudly and flooded her mouth with his DNA. As, she had before, he had handfuls of the sheets in his fists and as he arched and strained in his orgasm, he swore he heard little tearing sounds from the material. His orgasm began to subside as his spurts dropped in volume and intensity and she let her sucking lips draw slowly up the length of his shaft until she held only his head in their hot, wet embrace.

"Oh. Jeeeesus, Faith. I think you just sucked seven years off my life and I'd gladly give another seven. I doubt I'll ever see straight again." He complimented her when he finally found the breath and ability to think coherently to do so. She stopped lightly nursing at his glans to flick her hair out of the way and grin up along his body. "You ain't seen nothing yet, Viking Boy." She purred and he watched as she stuck out her tongue. It was coated with his seed and then deliberately curled it back to let it slide down her throat and she swallowed making a sound of absolute relish before licking her lips, slowly and seductively. She flicked her eyebrows up and grinned at him as the crowning achievement to her challenge, and a challenge it was.

"God, that's hot." He thought. He had softened to half-mast, but following Faith's performance he was rock hard. "Come here." He growled grabbing her hips and dragging her towards him. She didn't resist, but twisted, turning and throwing her leg over his torso so that she straddled his stomach, resting with her knees on either side of him. He had to lift her up and shift her backwards, placing his penis between them in order to sit up, which he did.

He slid his hands up her back kneading the firm muscles beneath her silky smooth skin along the way. He could feel the spidery trails of her fingernails dragging up and down his back, leaving little tickle-shock sensations as they went. One of his hands slid onto the strong column of her neck. His palm stayed there and he let his fingers slide into the wealth of curls at the junction between her neck and scalp. He pulled her lips to his and she resisted him, but he wouldn't be denied. He drew her too him slowly, hesitantly, but inevitably, not understanding her resistance, but also knowing that if she really didn't want him to kiss her, she could stop him with ease. She gasped into his mouth when their lips met and when his tongue delved into hers all her resistance melted and they kissed hungrily. They shifted and moved as they kissed, once again ending up with Faith on her back and him half on top of her with one thigh between her legs.

He felt moisture on his thigh as she ground herself against him. Her nipples were hot little points burning into his chest as she hugged herself against him, flattening the firm globes of her breasts into his chest. She mewled as their lips writhed and dance their sinuous tango. When he broke the kiss she was as reluctant to do so as she had been to start it and sucked on his lower lip as he pulled back. Her head fell back on the pillow and he looked down at her.

"What was that all about? Never figured you to be one to play hard to get, well not at this point." He asked with a smile to take away any unintended sting. He watched her staring up at the ceiling as she took a deep breath and lick her lips while swallowing. The silence stretched out and he started to feel as if he'd maybe said or done the wrong thing. "Hey. I'm sorry if a pushed it. We don't have to do anything else. In fact I'll just get up you can sleep in. Okay" he said and made a move to get out of bed.

Her bark of laughter and her hand cupping the side of his face held him in place. "Don't you dare." She threatened, but caressed his cheek. "You're one of a kind, Xander Harris. You just gave me a sexual first and I was just taking a moment to..." "What?" he interrupted her with confusion written all over his face. She laughed again. "Oh, Xander. No one has ever kissed me right after I'd..." she explained flicking her eyes down to his renewed erection to indicate her blowjob. "I still had some of your cum in my mouth. It kinda freaked me out." She finished. He looked at her in astonishment. It had never even occurred to him. Anya had always kissed him right after. It suddenly dawned on him that the woman in his bed was the only other women besides Anya he'd had sex with, ever.

"Oh. Well in that case." He said and then swooped back down on her lips. She actually giggled into his mouth as they shared a slow, languid kiss. She reached around him and pulled tugged at his hip until he moved over her and between her legs. They kissed playfully. He felt her fingers rake thorough his hair, her fingernails lightly scraping his scalp, then his neck and then back and forth along his back and shoulders. As they shifted and writhed he felt te head of his cock slide between the slick lips of her sex and then the tip found her entrance she spread her legs wider and he slid in a little, but kept himself from going any deeper.

He broke their kiss and supported himself on his elbows, shifting some of his weight off her and looking down at her. Her face looked pale framed by the wild, luxurious mass of her dark tresses as they both took a moment. He used his thumb to push a stray lock of hair out of her face and behind her ear. She smiled up at him. He felt her hand leave his back and she stretched them over her head. He watched as her fingers wrapped lightly around the round slats of the headboard. The gesture was part submission, part invitation and part challenge. In other words it was all Faith. He braced himself and thrust slowly, but steadily, sliding his length into her clutching channel. Her heat and moisture surrounded him inch by divine inch. He felt her hips rise as her back arched. Her head pressed back into the pillow and he could see her grip tighten. Her breath hiss from her nose as her upper teeth pinned her kiss-swollen lower lip, but her eyes never left his.

Her body seemed to resist him and welcome him at the same time. Little clenching flutters would slow his progress and then draw him forward. Heat radiated around him, augmenting his own and he groaned as he bottomed out mashing the base of his dick into her clit. He groaned and she gasped. Her eyes fluttered closed. He rested inside her, not quite ready to move and give up the exquisite sensation of being so completely surrounded by her. He wasn't sure if it was her heartbeat or his that caused the caressing pulse along the length of their connection and he didn't care.

Her eyes opened slowly and it was one of the most beautiful acts he had ever seen. Her hazel orbs almost shone with emotion. She smiled up at him. He felt her foot slide up his calf and she wrapped her legs lightly around him causing him to shift inside her and it became the signal for them to continue. He pulled back and they began a slow steady pace. She met him thrust for thrust tightening her legs around him as the ground together at the end of every stroke.

They kissed periodically, but not for long as they needed their mouths to breath and fuel their increasing pace. He didn't think it possible, but he felt her grow even hotter and wetter. The clenching of her sex around him became more in tense, more frequent, but more erratic. His own sex seemed super-sensitized giving him an exhilarating mixture of pleasure and near pain. He could feel his balls tighten.

They whispered and panted endearments and encouragements to each other on heavy breaths. He could feel her taut belly tremble against his. Words disintegrated into half-finished syllables, then to emotion filled sounds. Somehow he found enough separation between then to find one of her swollen nipples. He nipped at it the sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it for as long as he could before the need for air made him release it. Their bodies were slick with sweat and the slid together sinuously. He caught her nipple again and repeated the process. "Oh Fuck. Yesssss!!" he heard her cry hoarsely and at his next thrust she clenched around him hard, holding him in place. She rippled and flooded around him with her head thrown back. He heard the headboard creak ominously, but it held.

He grunted and fought hard to maintain control, but lost and was glad of it. He emptied himself into her in a blinding release of energy and emotion. His essence poured into her in heavy spurts which her orgasming sex milked out of him long after he thought was humanly possible, not that thought was just a vague speck off on a distant horizon. He seemed to be floating for long moments and then his spine finally unlocked and he relaxed. His arms couldn't support himself any more and he found himself resting heavily on her chest as his arms gave way. He tried to rise, to roll off her, but her arms came around him and her legs tightened around him again. "Stay." She whispered in his ear and kissed the top of his head. He kissed her on the side of her still slightly heaving breast, lapping up the salty sweat he found there. He heard her murmur his name and smiled against her smooth skin.

He could still feel her trembling around his penis as it slowly deflated inside her and began to slip out. He felt their mingled juices trickle down his balls, but still he couldn't muster the will to move as their breathing slowly approached something close to normal.

He finally rolled off her, but she didn't let him go entirely, so that she ended up curled up in the crook of his arm with her head resting on his chest and one leg thrown over his. She snuggled into him, moulding herself to his side. He reached over her and gathered what he could of the duvet he could reach and dragged it over them and then let his hand rest on her hip. He kissed the top of her head and felt an answering one on his chest.

"Regrets?" he asked. "More than you can know, but not about this. You?" she replied. "No. Well, maybe not getting a bigger bed, but..." his answer faltered as she nipped at his nipple. "Okay. Okay just a plain simple no." he finished. "That's better. It wouldn't be too hard for a girl to get used to this." She stated. "Nor for a guy. Sharing ain't that bad."

The end