Perfection

TITLE: Perfection

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith

RATING: NC-17 - Sex

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.
Set after the final episode. Xander and Faith are now a couple.
See rainy night in Georgia.

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 Hyperion Hotel, Xander and Faith's room. Late

Faith looked at him. Watching him sit on the chair where she had told him to sit. He was watching her too, patient and unmoving. She padded over to him, liking the way his eyes followed the sway of her hips. "Hey." She greeted him softly. "Hi." He greeted her back with a smile and just as softly.

She reached into the fly of his sleep shorts, finding him hard and gently extricated him from it, She rested one hand on his shoulder and wrapped the other around the base of his pulsing erection. She moved forward, straddling him, guiding him to her entrance and then slowly lowering herself onto him. His hands wrapped around her waist as she slowly sunk down on him, luxuriating in the feel of him stretching and filling her creating a pleasurable friction as her flesh resisted him and her wetness aided him. She watched his eyes close and his teeth grit, his breath exhaling in a low, long hiss lasting the length of her journey down his shaft.

She let out a slow, long breath of her own as she removed her hand from him and their pubic bones met and he was seated fully inside her. They both shifted slightly to find their comfort and then were still as she wrapped her arms around him and rested her cheek on his shoulder, content. Silence wrapped them in a velvety cocoon as he let go of her hip and loosely wrapped his arms around her. The cotton shirt she was wearing, his shirt, felt cool against her back compared the comforting warmth of her front pressed to his, her breasts flattened against his chest. The buttons felt funny against her cleavage and her nipples tingled as they hardened into his chest as her arousal grew. She could feel him pulsing inside her to the slow, steady beat of his heart.

She kissed the side of his neck. "Xander, think we could stay like this forever?" she asked in a low whisper. "We could try." He replied. She wondered if he could feel her lips smiling against the skin of his neck.

It had been one of those perfect nights. The perfect night of her life as far as she was concerned. A, night she had never expected or barely dreamed of. She held up her left hand behind his back and looked at the platinum band that now adorned it and moved her hand to make the diamond embedded in it glint.
"You're staring at it again aren't you?" he whispered over her head. "Uh huh." She answers dreamily. "Is this real, Xander or is the alarm clock suddenly going to start blaring?" She asked voicing her fear honestly. She figured if there ever was a time to open up this was it.

She heard him chuckle. "It's real, Faith and besides, you crushed the alarm clock last week when it was accidentally set for six AM on Saturday." He reassured her. "You're just never going to let that go, are you?" she queried playfully. "It was the fifth one, Sweety." He countered. "Sweety?" she asked, displeasure shading her tone. "Just trying it on. I thought Honey Cakes or Sugar Bottom might be a little over the top." Was his blithe rebuttal. "We'll keep thinking and if you use the word Faithy in the near foreseeable future you will end up with a engagement ring sized divot in you face, 'cause I have an engagement ring." She threatened him playfully. "Yes Dear, you do. I know. I gave it to you." He reaffirmed and then they were both laughing.

The vibrations of their laughter, made them suddenly and thrillingly aware that he was still buried inside her and she wrapped around him. She rocked her hips, drawing a groan from him and a sigh from herself. She lifted her head from his shoulders so that they were face to face and then draped her arms over his shoulders and around his neck. They moved slowly, slightly, teasingly for a few moments before becoming still once more.

"How long were you planning this?" she asked. "This? I have nothing to do with this. You told me to sit here and I did." He answered with a grin. She swatted his shoulder. "You know that's not what I meant." She scolded. "Oh... You mean this evening, well..." he continued putting on an overly dramatic thoughtful expression. "Xanderrrr." She called his name with just a hint of threat that just turned his grin to a smile.

"About a month, but I've been thinking about it for awhile." He finally answered truthfully. "How long have they known?" she queried. "Willow, Buffy and Giles have known for awhile and the rest, about three weeks. Faith paused for a moment wondering if she wanted an answer to her next question, but went ahead and asked it anyway: "How did you know I'd say yes?" her voice suddenly sounding small in the silence of the room.

"To be honest... I didn't. I knew it would be a big step and considering my track record it could have gone either way, but we've been together for two years now and I felt I needed to ask because... I want you to be more than my girlfriend, which you are, and I wanted the rest of the world to know that and what you mean to me." He answered his voice deep, serious and sincere.

"Two years? Really?", he nodded, "Wow... Track record?" she asked, confused. "Anya. Proposal. Wedding. Running out on." He explained. "Oh... I believe I might have been in a coma or prison for that." She quipped. "You may have, but that doesn't make it any less real." He stated. "True, but it doesn't want to make me marry you any less either." She told him firmly and kissed him lightly on the lips. She felt his lips smile under hers.

"And... if I'd said no?" she asked out of shear morbid curiosity. "Well... That would have been awkward, but I had a whole back-up speech about how much I love you and if you were ever ready and... Could we just drop this line of questioning? I drove myself nuts thinking about it before." He replied.

"Okay. I think we can find something else to pass the time." She conceded and clenched herself around him. "Oooooo. I believe we can." He agreed holding onto her hips and thrusting up.

They began to move again, this time with more intent. He slid his arms lower so that they cradled the lower curve of her butt and using her arms on his shoulders as leverage she started to ride almost his entire length. He nuzzled at her neck, breathing her in and sucking on her smooth skin. She ran her hands through his hair, pressing him against her skin.

The delicious friction of her flesh dragging or dropping along the length of his shaft fueled the heat inside her making it flare causing tendrils of pleasure to writhe up along her spine like billows of smoke. Her body's reaction was to produce more moisture as if to dampen the flames, but instead it was like adding gasoline. Her breathing was heavy, but she kept it steady as her pace built.

She made a sound of dissatisfaction as his lips left her skin and he shifted to create some separation, but she soon gasped her approval as his lips found her hard nipple under the soft cotton of her shirt. He sucked and nipped at it and then drew more of her breast into his mouth so that his tongue now laved her hard little nub of flesh, flicking it back and forth and thoroughly wetting the material around it. She found her back arching, unconsciously try to press more of herself into his mouth while she slid up and down his pleasing member.

He made sounds of pleasure deep in his throat and she could feel their vibrations on her skin via his lips that made her pant. When he removed his lips to switch them to her other breast she was shocked and thrilled at the sensation of sudden cold from the saliva-wet cotton pressed to her nipple and areola. He was already nibbling on her other nipple, causing sparks of pleasure to spike into her chest, but she stopped him as he made to suck in her tit flesh and with a fumbling hand and a frustrated mewl managed to undo enough of her buttons to free her breast.

She had stopped moving in order to focus what little conscious thought she had to accomplish the task, but to Xander's credit he had started flexing his arms so that she continued to slide back and forth on him, keeping the swampy furnace inside her stoked and the pressure of her orgasm building.

"Yessss!" she hissed loudly when his lips, this time, found the straining flesh of her nipple and surrounded it with heat and wetness and she again took up the task of riding his stretching, filling length. Each stroke built the pressure inside like a steam cooker with the release valve tightly shut. Her wealth of dark hair was heavy on her shoulders and back, then light as it lifted with her momentum. She could feel drops of sweat trickling down her back, making the shirt stick to her back. A, fat drop, that had gathered in the hollow at the base of her neck, spilled free and drew a tickling, tingling path down her chest and into the vally of her cleavage.

She felt him start to pulse and twitch inside her as her own pleasure became harder and harder to contain. She could hear him saying her name, over and over again like a chant a mantra. Her nerves prickled and her skin felt charged as her muscles started to misfire and she found herself resting on his lap and grinding down hard on him. The head of his cock nudged insistently against her cervix, again and again and suddenly her orgasm blossomed through her body making her cry out and her world go white behind eyelids she didn't remember closing.

Her sex clamped down on him in several quick flexes before clenching tight and she heard him grunt, his hands grasping at her hips and then felt the thick, warmth of his seed pumping into her in a succession of heavy spurts. Each spurt renewed her own rolling climax making her body arch and shudder as electric tendrils of pleasure wormed through her body and into her brain.

It felt like ages before her body relaxed enough for her to slump forward onto his chest and his forehead to come to rest on the top of her head. She could feel their hearts beating rapidly while they tried to catch their labouring breaths. Once they'd managed that fairly substantial task, he lifted his head and she found his lips with hers in a soft, loving and gently probing kiss. "Thanx for a perfect night, X." she told him quietly as she felt him shrink out of her.

THE END