Night's End

TITLE: Night's End

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 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" for details.

SYNOPSIS: Faith and Xander help each other unwind, after a hard night's slaying.

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. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

The Hyperion Hotel, Xander and Faith's room. Late

He closed the door behind them as Faith switched on the light. She laced her fingers over her head and stretched. "You'd think with all these new Slayers, the job would get easier?" She asked over her shoulder. They had taken a group of Slayerettes out to clean out a vamp nest up in the L.A. hills, but instead had found a group of Rahtarga Daemons. The Rahtarga were large, vicious brutes, trained warriors and hard to kill. Things got a little out of hand, but they'd managed to slay them all, thankfully, without any major injuries or fatalities. She did intend to have a rather pointed chat with Andrew about his intelligence on that nest. Xander's big, strong arms wrapped around her, under her arms, his hands, fingers laced, warm on her stomach through the material of her t-shirt and she leaned back against his solid form, letting her head rest on his broad shoulder. "I don't think it ever really gets easier." He whispered in her ear. "You might be right." She told him with a shrug.

His fingers unlaced, and then deliberately undid the top button of her jeans and then the rest. "And, what do you think you're doing, Mr Harris?" she asked as his fingers slid under the waistband of her panties. "You really must be tired if you have to ask." He replied playfully and then kissed her neck, just below her ear. She murmured her approval and let her head loll to the side, exposing more of her neck for his lips to explore. They had been lovers for long enough that he knew just where and how to touch her to bring her body to tingling, aroused life as his long, strong, thick fingers drag through the triangular patch of closely trimmed curls to curve around and explored her moistening slit and the palm of his hand ground steadily against her swelling and emerging clit. His tongue drew wet little patterns on the skin along the column of her neck.

Faith was tired, but not that tired and pressed her butt back to rub against the growing tube of his throbbing erection. She reached around behind them and fondled his ass. His other hand slid upward to cup and caress her breast, rhythmically squeezing the firm globe with his fingers while his palm pressed warm pressure against her expanding and hardening nipple. The material of her bra scraped against her sensitive nipple as it grew against the pressure from his hand, sending tingles of pleasure into her chest. She rubbed her back against his front as she moaned her enjoyment as he slid first one and then a second finger inside her. He probed her depths and her channel tensed and relaxed in waves around his digits.

He sniffed loudly, nuzzling her thick, dark hair. "How can you still smell this good after a night of Slaying?" he asks her, nipping at her earlobe. "I don't know, but I'll think up a clever answer for you if you take me to bed and finish what you started." She murmured having trouble deciding which felt better: to press forward against his pleasure-giving hand or back to grind the thick rod of his erection into the crack of her ass. He chuckles, a deep throaty sound that is more promise than mirth. He walks them over to the bed, slowly, taking his time as he continues to play with her body and by the time they reach the foot of the bed her panties are damp and her bra feels a cup size too small. She reaches between them and runs her hand up and down the length of his shaft where it tents his jeans. They crane their necks until they can find each other's lips and share a long lingering kiss. Their position is awkward and she breaks the kiss and simply leans back against his solid form with a soft sigh, feeling warm and loved.

His hands continue to pleasure her slowly and gently and she returns the favor. "The beds right there, you know?" she asks suggestively, but can't quite stop her self from making a little sound of disappointment when he removes his hand from her panties and his fingers from her snatch. Her nose twitchs, as she smells the scent of her own juices as his fingers pass close to her face and then she hears him hungrily suck his fingers clean. "I can never decide which I like more, the way you smell or the way you taste." He whispers in her ear, his voice dripping with honey. "X, Baby... You say the most romantic things... really." She informs him. "Yeah, I know what my woman likes to hear." He counters and she can't help but laugh. "Now, lift your arms." He orders in a low, sexy little growl against the shell of her ear. She does as she's told and he gathers the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it up and off over her head.

She turns to face him as her wealth of dark tresses settles warmly across her shoulders and back and watches him toss her t-shirt into a corner. "Your turn." She tells him dragging the hem of his t-shirt out of his pants and pulls it up as he lifts his arms to accommodate her efforts. When his t-shirt clears his mouth, she stops, holding the t-shirt in place and grasps his fore arms to keep it in place. "Faith?" he queries and she gives him a wicked, throaty little chuckle in response. She dips her head and runs her tongue up the middle of his smooth, hairless chest. She lets her lips hover over his, lightly blowing on them, teasing him and staying just out of range even when he strains forward to capture her lips. "You're mean." He whines. "And, don't you forget it." She reminds him before relenting and pressing her lips to his while taking his t-shirt the rest of the way off.

Their arms wrap around each other, a hand from each winding their way into the other's hair as their lips slide together, parting to allow their tongues to spar sinuously. She straddles his thigh and the dry hump as they writhe and grind against each other. His nimble fingers undo the clasp of her bra as they continue to kiss and the release of pressure feels good, although it remains trapped between them as her breasts flatten against his chest, the hard little nipples pressing back against her tight, swollen areola. His hands cup her ass and he lifts her off her feet, carrying her, the short distance left to the bed onto which he unceremoniously dumps her. She gives a little yelp of surprise and then laughs as she bounces on the firm mattress, looking up at him. She loves the way he looks at her and it has nothing to do with the fact that she is naked from the waist up, having lost her bra when he dumped her on the bed. She hopes the look she returns is at least half as expressive of her feelings for him as the love on his face as gazes down on her.

He gives her that lopsided smile that simply melts her heart and then lifts her feet, one at a time, removing her boots and then after a little urging and playful resistance from her she lifted her ass and he tugged her pants off as well, leaving her in only a pair of black, cotton panties. "Has anyone ever told you, you're fucking hot." He told her. "Again with the romantic speak." She comments as she watches him unbuckle his belt and kick off his shoes. He does a little striptease, slowly pulling his belt from its loops while gyrating his hip and adding a fake porno soundtrack with his voice. She shifted onto her side, resting on her elbow to watch him and gives him a wolf whistle of encouragement. When he is down to his boxers she pats the bed next to her. "Come here, Lover." She invites him rubbing the bed next to her.

"Huh uh." He tells her, shaking his head and instead reaches for her ankle and pulls her closer to him, sliding her onto her back and closer to the edge of the bed. He reaches for the waistband of her panties and she lifts her butt to allow him to strip them off before he kneels and drapes one of her legs over his shoulder. He fondles her leg, testing her muscles with firm pressure and then plants a light kiss on the inside of her thigh. She grabbed a pillow and placed it under her head, propping it up so that she watches him down the length of her body to see his eyes sparkle with playful desire. "There's still that earlier question I need to find an answer to." He explains before lowering his face to her crotch. "Oh!" she exclaims, her fingers gathering handfuls of the bed clothes as her back arches slightly and her hip rise as he runs his tongue through her sensitive swollen folds, collecting her dew before his lips latch onto the exposed pearl of her clit and sucks hard.

He keeps her body tensing and relaxing as he laps at her moist petals. Her fingernails dig into the soft material of the covers before she lets go of them and lets her fingers wind into his hair, pressing his lips harder to her flesh. Her taut belly shudders and she gasps out a heavy breath as he works two of his thick fingers inside her and saws them back and forth, curling them slightly to tickle that spot that he knows absolutely drives her wild making her moan his name. She undulates against him, her calf and the back of her heel rubs against the shifting plains of his muscular back as he circles her clit with the tip of his tongue. The fingers of his free hand, spider-walks over her stomach and up her ribcage to warmly cup and fondle the pliant flesh of one of her breasts. His thumb finds her nipple and he rolls and tweaks it. Pleasurable sensations play a rough game of tag across her nerves and senses under his unrelenting erotic assault. Her fingernails scrape along his scalp as he tests the hard, rubbery cone of her nipple between his thumb and forefinger sending sharp jolts of pleasure into her chest. She can feel that delicious heaviness building in the pit of her stomach with the pulse and crackle of erotic energy that laps at her flesh, overflowing into her body, filling her to her capacity to contain it.

"Oh Fuck!" she groans as her pussy clenches around his probing digits, expelling her molten cream as it floods into her as she cums with an arching back and quivering sex when his tongue rapidly diddles her clit while his lips applies hot, moist, sucking pressure to the area around it. Her heel drums against his back and her fingers tighten in his hair as she pants for breath as her system floods with wave upon wave of pleasure strong enough to draw a whimper from her. She can feel the pressure of her teeth as they worry at her full lower lip. He continues to lightly lick her clit and run his tongue through her folds, having removed her fingers firing jolts of pleasure into her, that are almost painful on her sensitive flesh and she is forced to push his head and lips away from her still sporadically spasming sex, repeating the words "stop" and "enough" over and over again as her body slowly relaxes. She pats his hand that still lightly cups her breast and watches him lift his wetly, glistening cheeks, lips and chin over the trimmed triangle of curls between her legs as he lets her leg slip off his shoulder. He licks his lips and she can see him collect her cream with his tongue. He wipes what he can't reach with his tongue away with the palm of his hand and then licks and sucks her nectar from them.

He makes a great theatrical show of indecision. "I still just can't decide." He informs her with a heavy mock-sigh and a sorrowful shake of his head although he has a broad grin on his face. She chuckles, smiling and shifts back onto the bed and holds out her arms to him. "Come here, Ya Big Goof." She tells him and he joins her on the bed, crawling between her spread legs. He kisses her and she can taste herself on his lips and tongue as it slides into her mouth and over hers. She can feel his shaft, hot and throbbing against the inside of her thigh and her nipples drag back and forth against his chest when he lets some of his weight rest on her as they undulate against each other.

She feels the tip of his cock slide through the slick folds of her snatch and she slips her hand between then, wrapping her fingers lightly around him, stroking him softly before guiding him to her entrance. She can see his butt clench over his shoulder and he bucks his hips slowly forward driving the pointed tip of his cock into her. Her hips rise too and she draws in a loud, sharp hitched breath as he fills and stretches her. Her sex clutches at him as he eases into her one slow inch at a time with delicious friction until their pubic bones meet. Their lovemaking is slow and languorous as they sinuously writhed and ground together, their hips and bodies moving so that he stroked in and out of her.

They nuzzled at each other's necks and shoulders, lips and tongues sliding warmly and wetly over skin and teeth occasionally lightly nipping and testing the muscle underneath. Fingernails drag across skin, leaving fiery tracks of sensation that are slow to fade. They murmur their enjoyment, endearments and encouragements to each other as they roll about continuing their slow horizontal mumbo. Her hands slide down his back, feeling his muscles shift and flex under his skin as they move together. She reaches and cups the hard globes of his ass, testing them with her fingers as one of his hands caresses her breast. His lips work their way down the column of her neck and he swirls his tongue in the hollow at the base of her throat, lapping up the sweat that has connected their. A, heavy drop escapes his tongue and starts a tickling journey down her chest. His tongue chases it, the tip snaking a wider path of sensation along her skin as it follows the drop into the valley of her cleavage.

His tongue slides wetly across the lower curve of her left breast and then circles it around her tit flesh in a slowly decreasing spiral that ends at her nipple where he lowers his head and sucks the hard, sensitive nub, swollen areola and some of the pliant flesh behind it into the warmth and moisture of his mouth. He drags his lips back, keeping firm sucking pressure against her skin until he is suckling on the three-quarter inch tube of her nipple. Faith groans his name as her sex tightens convulsively around the thick length of his shaft and her taut belly shudders in response to the pleasure he is giving her. She wraps her legs around him, her fingers tightening around the firm globes of his ass, urging him deeper into her. Her head is thrown back, her full lower lip pinned behind her straight white teeth as she breathes heavily through her nose as they strain against each other, their bodies making wet noises as they meet and slide together on a thin film of lubricating sweat.

The dying embers of the orgasm that his lips, tongue and fingers had given her earlier are slowly being fanned back into life. His lips leave her breast, but hover closely as he needs his mouth to drag in air, which puffs warmly on her saliva-coated nipple as he exhales. She can feel him pulsing deep inside her as he is pressed into the molten centre of her core. Their pubic bones grind together as she rolls her hips up against his rocking body, mashing her clit against the base of his cock. He thrusts one more time and she hears him grunt, his lips vibrating against her skin as she feels him swell and deflate, jerking inside her and feels the hot splashes of his seed spurting into her pussy.

She grinds up against him and the spark of pleasure that shoots into her belly finally ignites her orgasm into a full-blown blaze. Her sex floods, mixing her juices with his creating a combustible fuel that adds more heat and power to the explosion of her climax. Her back tenses into a hard, curved bow, pressing her even more firmly up against him as her snatch locks a vice grip around his before rippling. She throws her head back and gasps out her climax as the power of its ecstatic energy rips through her senses, making her body quiver as her muscles rapidly tense and relax. She finds herself blinking rapidly, trying to return focus to her eyes and dragging in large gulps of air to still her heart and the pounding of her blood in her ears.

With, a soft groan, he drops his head to her heaving chest and rests his weight on her as he finishes emptying himself inside her. Her arms feel heavy and are sluggish to respond, but she wraps them lightly around his head and she feels him press a light kiss to her skin. Her sex starts to relax, but tenses sporadically with the sparks of pleasurable sensation as his shrinking shaft retreats through her sensitized flesh of her channel. They roll onto their sides, both softly groaning as the moment causes him to slide free of her and then after a few more moments more they move apart to lie on their backs next to each other. She finds his hand with hers and lightly toys with his fingers as their breathing stills and silence returns to the room.

They shift their heads to look at each other and they both smile as she twines her fingers with his. "The job might not ever get any easier, but having someone to come home to and unwind with, like that, at the end of the night sure makes living with it easier." Faith told him quietly, her voice low and awed with the realization. "Amen to that." Xander confirmed fervently.

THE END