The Road Not Travelled

TITLE: The Road Not Travelled

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of ?

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Faith

RATING: NC-17

CATEGORY: Romance and Erotica

SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three

SYNOPSIS: What could have happened if Faith hadn't simply kicked Xander out of her room once she was done with him in the episode Zeppo

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

Chapter One

Sunnydale, Faith's Motel Room, Night

She rode him slowly, rising and falling along the length of his long, thick shaft. It felt good. It was just what she needed. She'd underestimated him. The boy might not have much in the way of technique, forgivable with this being his first time, but with the equipment he had, coupled with the stamina he was displaying, he was turning out to be quite the surprise. He had indeed been up for it, and still was. His hands slid up from her hips, over her ribcage and cupped her breasts. She arched her back, pressing into his large, strong hands. His palm and fingers squeeze and caress the pliant flesh of her firm breasts while his thumbs found the hard nubs of her nipples.

She'd actually thought, for just a moment that he would refuse. His body had said yes, pretty much immediately, but there had been something in his eyes, a hesitancy that asked if he would be taking advantage of her. Faith had never had many people in her life that showed concern for her and it had felt strange, but her own desires and mercurial nature had allowed her to push aside such disturbing ruminations to pursue the relief she required.

She continues to roll and rock her hips, rising up and down on him using a firm grip on his broad shoulders to maintain her balance. She'd figured he'd have blown his load almost immediately and had started off all hard and fast to get her own satisfaction before that happened. She had told him she would steer him around the curves, but it had been his hands taking a firm grip on her hips and softly murmured request that forced her to slow down. She licked her lips, sliding them together to wet them further before pinning her lower lips behind her teeth as her eyes fluttered close to better concentrate on the sensation of him filling and stretching her on each down stroke. The delicious friction was charging the dynamo of her orgasm making it draw energy into her faster and faster. She started to tighten and tingle as his thumbs rolled and flicked her nipples adding counterpoint spikes of pleasure to the delicious sensation of her clit grinding against his pubic bone.

She took his hands from her breasts and laced her fingers with his. She is close, oh so close and then, she laughs wildly as she reaches the brink and then leaps over into the swirling void of her climax. She bears down on him as her cunt clutches around him in a vice-like grip. She hears him grunt, his hips slam up into hers and feels the extra heat of his seed shooting into her. Her sex ripples around him as she rides the waves of pleasure. When she comes back to earth she is lying draped across his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He is soft, but still partially inside her. She can feel their mixed juices, still wet on the inside of her thighs, There's a sheet covering them and she guesses its his doing. One of his arms is lightly wrapped around her waist. "Shouldn't she be kicking him out, around about now. Maybe she'd just take a little catnap. It was liable to be an eventful night; what with the Hellmouth opening and all." She thinks to herself and instead snuggles a bit closer into the crook of his neck and makes herself more comfortable.

The soft sound of her name wakes her and she grumbles. She opens her eyes and finds Xander looking down at her. "Hi." She greets him and rolls off his chest onto her back, next to him. She doesn't know what else to say. This wasn't territory she was familiar with. She usually made sure the guy was out the door before the sweat dried. "I'm supposed to meet Buffy at the high school." She informs him, not looking at him and then rolls out the bed. She isn't the most modest of people, but she still drags the sheet with her, wrapping it around her as she stands. She catches the movement of his hand reaching for her, out of the corner of her eye and deliberately takes the step that puts her out of his reach. "Faith?" he calls her name questioningly and she halts, closes her eyes for a moment and then turns to face him.

He is sitting on the side of the bed having retrieved and donned his boxers. "I need to take a shower. You can let yourself out." She tells him coldly. She can see a certain amount of awe in his face even as she sees the confusion and disbelief flit across it at her cool dismissal. She secured the sheet around her and hastily collects his clothes and shoes and despite her words, escorts him to the door and kicks him out. "Why is she feeling like shit about this? She'd got off, he'd got off, the sweat dried and it was done with. The Faith Way." She wondered as he turned to face her as she stood at her half-open door, which she would usually have slammed and been halfway to her shower by now. "Look Xander... That was great. We should do this again sometime." She told him watching his expression go from confused and slightly hurt to flat-out bewildered. "Why the fuck did you say that?" she berated herself as she finally did close the door and leaned her back against it. She heard his car start and then after a moment, drive away. "Now this is going to complicate things." She said out loud and pushed off the door to take her shower and meet Buffy at The Library to see if they could avert the end of the world.

It was late, only a few hours from dawn as she walked back to her motel with a battleaxe slung over her shoulder. She had seen things in the last few hours, that she would rather forget and that was saying a lot considering what she dealt with on a day-to-day basis. There was a bottle of Jack Daniel's tucked in the back of her draw that would get the forgetting process started.

She noticed his car as she approached her room and stopped, hidden in the shadows and noticed him sitting with his back against her door. She groaned. She'd known there'd be complications, but she had hoped they'd take some time to catch up with her. She squared her shoulders and stepped out of the shadows. "I'll just tell him to fuck off." She told herself sternly as he got to his feet when he caught sight of her. "I take it the world's been saved, seeing we're both still here." He stated and she nodded. "What are you doing here, Xander?" she asked while her mind cried: "What happened to fuck off?!" He suddenly looked very nervous. "If you've come back for seconds, forget it. I'm just too damn tired. It's been a fucking long night." She told him before he could say anything, her inner bitch finding its way to the surface.

"About that. I just wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have... I mean it was... was great, but I... Look I'm sorry. I'll stay out of your way and we just won't speak of it again. I'll go now. Again, I'm sorry." He told her all in a rush as if he didn't he'd lose his nerve. Faith had expected a lot of things, but an apology wasn't one of them. He started to leave without waiting for her to respond and she grabbed his arm. Her reaction surprised her. "His giving me the perfect out, so why aren't I taking it?" she asked herself as confusion washed over her. "Stop!" she told him as he continued to move away. "Look, just stop for a moment, please?" she asked and he complied, turning to face her.

She leaned the battleaxe against the wall and raked her fingers through her dark hair. Xander frowned at her. "Are you okay?" he queried. "No... I'm... I'm not." She said, the words making the journey from her mind to her mouth before she could stop them. He closed the distance between. "Are you hurt?" he asked and she could hear the urgency in his concern. "No... It's nothing like that." She told him, combining a can of worms and Pandora's box and opening them both, and his frown returned. "Let's go inside. I need a drink." She suggested wearily, the drink would be good, but she needed the time to corral her chaotic thoughts and growing emotions before she answered him.

She produced her key after some searching as she tried to sort things out. She shrugged out of her jacket after tossing the keys on her dresser. She rummaged around in the lowest draw and drew out the bottle of Jack Daniel's she kept stashed there. She filled a tumbler and, after a moment of searching, a mug with a generous snort of the amber liquid and handed him the tumbler. "Sorry, no ice." she apologized as she sat down on the side of the bed that was still rumpled and unmade as a result of their earlier tryst. He remained standing, watching her expectantly. She took a heavy swallow, letting the fiery liquid slide down her throat to warm her belly.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself for the umpteenth time. "You've got nothing to apologize for, Xander." She stated, her voice sounding strange and soft to her ears. "Maybe... Maybe I should be the one apologizing? I kinda took advantage of you and wasn't very... errrr... nice, I guess is a good a word as any, about it afterwards." She confessed, feeling strange and vulnerable, something she was not used to, which scared her . He'd moved closer while she spoke. He hadn't touched the liquor and he put the tumbler aside and squatted in front of her, his hands lightly resting on her knees. She looked down at him. There was this hollow feeling in her stomach and her heart felt like it was trying to leap out of her chest .

"Do you like me, Xander?" she asked suddenly, the question had come into her mind and she urgently, desperately needed to know the answer. She watched him as he seemed to consider her question, another thing people seldom seemed to do with her. "Yes, I do. You're a bit of an enigma, maybe even a little scary, but I like you." He answered after a few moments contemplation and she could here the honesty and sincerity in his voice. "And, I think, you like me too. I think, you haven't had sex with anyone you liked before and that's kinda freaking you out because it's more than just sex." He continued.

She felt her eyes widen and her jaw drop with shock as his words struck a chord deep inside her. She took another swallow to hide her shock at his astuteness. "It's okay, Faith. " he said, squeezing her knees lightly, his voice deep, warm and consoling. "How? How is it okay?" she asked. "Just means you're human, like the rest of us. " he explained. She looked closely at him. There was something different about him. He seemed to have a calm about him, a quiet confidence that hadn't been there when she'd kicked him out earlier. His stillness seemed an attraction, a balance to her generally chaotic nature that was extremely tempting and inviting.

"What if... What if what I told you at the door when I threw you out earlier was what I wanted. Would that still be okay?" she asked. She saw him frown. "I said we should do what we did again sometime." She clarified. He became very still and she found herself holding her breath. "We could, if you agreed to let me take you on a date." He stipulated after a drawn out moment of silence. "A date?" she asked, her voice incredulous as she contemplated his words. "Dinner, maybe a movie afterwards, that kind of thing. You know, a date." He explained. She, in fact, didn't know. She'd never been on one. Dates were things that happened on television sitcom and to other people. She blinked, feeling her eyes grow moist and she bit her lower lip. She felt a strange sense of joy bubbling up inside her and she flicked the tear that stood at the edge of each of her eyes away with her thumb. She felt a great weight, that she hadn't even known was their lift, it didn't leave entirely but gave her such relief that she felt almost giddy as a result.

Faith reached out and lightly touched his face. "Yes, Xander. I'd like to go on a date with you. " she told him and he smiled broadly at her. Her weariness seemed to lift and fade away along with the tension between them. "Do you think sometime could be now?" she asked her voice sultry and suggestive, the vivacious part of her nature coming to the fore now that she had been able to process her feelings. His look of contemplation had a slight mischievous cast to it this time and looked just a touch over dramatic. "That kind of thing usually comes after the date, but you're anything but usual, Faith." He answered and she chuckled.

He rose to his feet, looking down at her. She liked the look in his eyes, somehow, both tender and lustful at the same time. She lifted her arms and waited and after a moment he got her meaning and reached forward and grasped the bottom of her tank top and pulled it up, and off over her head before letting it fall to the floor next to them. She wasn't wearing a bra and his hands lightly caressed her breasts for a moment, making her murmur her appreciation before he straightened. Her hair settled back, warmly over her shoulders and back as she reached forward and undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His cock tented his short, long, hard, thick and throbbing, the way she remembered it from a few hours before. He had discarded his jacket when he had followed her into her room and he tugged his shirt off over his head as she worked at his pants.

She scooted back on the bed and he grabbed and wrestled her boots off her feet while she unbuttoned and unzipped her tight leather pants. She lifted her buttocks off the bed as he pulled at her pants, having to work at getting them off. She wriggled a little to assist him and they managed the feat after a little struggle. She grinned up at him as he held up the pants in triumph, leaving her lying across the bed in nothing but her panties. She let her head loll slightly to the side as he kicked off his shoes and then pulled the waistband of his short forward and down to reveal his bobbing erection to her as he stripped out of his pants and underwear before removing his socks. "Hello Kitty panties, Faith?" He queried with a slight quirk of his eyebrow. She was indeed wearing a pair of white cotton panties with pink trimmed edges along with the Hellow Kitty Character and branding on the fron t of the crotch. "My Strawberry Short Cake ones are drying in the bathroom." She countered. But... I'd like it if you said hello to my kitty, Xander she continued with a wink. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he reached for her hips and after she raised her ass he peel them off her and down her legs.

She hadn't really taken note of his body before, focusing only on the parts she had needed, so Faith let her eyes roam over his body noting his solid frame, hard, muscular masculinity as well as the scars that spoke of life on the Hellmouth and his association with Slaying. She held out her hands to him. "Come here, X." She invited and he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees until he was between her legs and hovering over her. She ran her hands up his back and let her fingers wind into his hair as he lowered his lips to hers and they shared a tender kiss that slowly grew in intensity and passion. He shifted and lowered some of his weight onto her as she ran her hands up and down his back, feeling his muscles flex and move under her fingers. They were watching each other as they kissed, almost daring each other to be the one that shut their eyes first. His hard chest flattened her breasts, pressing her hard, straining nipples hotly back into her firm globes and rubbing then back and forth as they undulated together.

She could feel him, hot and hard against her inner thigh. His hand somehow found the back of her head, his fingers burrowing in her hair and finding her scalp which he lightly massaged. She felt her taut belly shudder against his as her sex clenched and her snatch flooded with cream and arousal as they writhe together on her bed. Sex, for Faith, had always been about the destination and never really the journey. Foreplay was how long it took and how enthusiastically you managed to get naked. What she was experiencing now was new to her, and she, considering her experience, was extremely surprised to find something new concerning sex. They stalemated on the eye closing matter, although for Faith it got close. Sensations trickled in through her senses, the texture and taste of his lips, the smoothness of his back, the pulsing throb of his erection against her thigh, the warm comfortable pressure of his weight on her body, the smell of sweat, a hint of his cologne and sex, the soft sounds she realized she was making along with his heavy breathing all conspired to make her want to close her eyes to better experience them, but her pride would not let her fail at any challenge, even one as unspoken as that.

His lips moved off hers and started planting little, wet blooms of heat and pressure on her skin of her neck and throat. She wormed her hand in between them and found his throbbing erection and guided him between her folds, seating him at her entrance. He lifted his head, his eyes finding hers before he thrust forward. He kept his pressure even and steady, slowly sliding into her. She spread her legs a little further as he stretched and filled her. A, breathy: "Yesssssssssss!" hissed from her and she saw him grit his teeth as his shaft battled through the tight, clenching flesh of her sex. The delectable friction made her channel flood hot, wet and slippery and her hips rose to aid his progress. He kept eye contact with her the whole time and she was a little surprised at the affection she saw there. She was so used to animal lust in her partners that it felt almost alien and out of place. There was no mistaking the desire she saw there as well, but the mixture made her feel a little strange, but in a good way.

Their pubic bones finally met and they ground together as she rolled her hips and he rocked inside her. He lowered his lips to hers with tender nipping kisses and light probing flicks of his tongue. She followed his lead, lightly sucking at his lips and nibbling at his strong jaw line. He began to move inside her, his strokes starting off shallow and slowly growing longer. He kept his pace slow and steady and she matched him. Slow and tender was also new to Faith and she had to make a conscious effort to stop herself from trying to speed him up and urge him to be more forceful, at least, at first. Her body seemed to be faster on the uptake than her mind as she undulated and writhed slowly and in sync underneath him and along his slowly, steadily thrusting shaft. Each stroke generated pleasurable friction with heavy surges of delicious delight when they ground together at the apex of each one. Faith was used to a quick pounding ride to find her release as soon as possible, quick, uncomplicated gratification, so that she could be done with who ever she had dragged into her bed. Even, masturbation was like that for her. She found her release in the violence of fighting, in being a Slayer and she had always transferred that to finding sexual release too. The slow build of her orgasm was foreign and intriguing.

She wasn't making love, that would just be... she balked, even at the thought of it, but simple sex didn't cover it either. The only way her mind would let her deal with it was in the negative. For, the first time, she wasn't fucking. Their breathing was matched, slow, steady and deep as his mouth trailed down her chest to find the upper curve of her breasts. He coaxed soft sounds of encouragement, praise and enjoyment from her lips while murmuring his own enjoyment against her skin. He told her how good she smelled and tasted, how beautiful she was, how amazing what they were doing felt, and it wasn't just lover's rhetoric bandied about in the throes of passion. She could here the sincerity in his voice and she believed him, which added a completely different thrill to the pleasure he was giving her.

He planted light kisses across the top, side and lower curve of her right breast, his hot breath making her skin tingle. His nose lightly brushed her nipple, sending a jolt of pleasure into her chest, which was sustained when his lips descended around her areola and nipple and he started suckling on it while his tongue lovingly lashed the hard sensitive nub. She moaned, her shoulders digging into the mattress as her back arched and she pressed her breast into his mouth. She closed her eyes as her head also pressed back into the bed and his hand as he switched to her other breast. His saliva cooled on her skin and made prickly gooseflesh, which he warmed away when he switched back.

His cock continued its steady commute in and out of her, each stroke stoking the furnace inside her, increasing the heat and building up the pressure. She let go of the handfuls of bed sheets she had clutched in her hands and ran her fingers through his hair, gently guiding his lips from one breast to the other. He shifted slightly, changing the angle of his penetration and she let out a soft gasp as he stroked back and forth over that special place inside her. "A little faster, Xander, please?" she whined, shocked by the pleading in her voice. "Yeah... Oh yes... That's... That's it... Damn... Don't... Don't stop." She encouraged him when he complied. The pressure was building faster and faster inside her each time his thick shaft slid through her tight flesh and delved into her molten core and the energy inside was now quickly growing to the point where she would not be able to contain it. She could feel that buzzing, zipping tightening inside that heralded the onset of her orgasm. His strokes were shorter now and they ground together more. Her clit mashing against the base of his cock for longer periods of time also pushed her closer to the edge.

She started to lose control of her breathing, they both did. He lifted his head from her breasts, to drag in air in heavy, ragged pants. Her chest heaved along with his as a result of their exertions. He was close too. She could see the strain of control on his face and hear the tension in his soft grunts a he drove into her. "Just... Just let... Oh... Let it happen... Just... Let it happen, X." she told him between pants and grunt of her own. The build up might have been different, but she knew her body, she knew what she liked and she knew that his climax would trigger hers. He pulled back, almost all the way out of her and then plowed all the way back in. She'd let her hands slide down his back, caressing his flexing, sweat-slick muscles. Her hands reached his ass just in time to fell him clench as his back arch pressing him just that little bit deeper inside her. She felt him expand against the tight grip of her channel and then he cried out wordlessly his cock pulsed hard, several times inside her and she felt thick, new liquid heat mix with her own.

It was enough, more than enough. She didn't just fall over the edge, as he started to pump his seed into her, she rocketed over it. Her climax ripped through her in a white-hot pulsing wave of energy and pleasure that locked her muscles and drove a scream from her lips as she bucked hard up against him. Her sex clenched and relaxed around him, milking him and trying to draw him even deeper inside her. She clutched at him and would later find the tracks of her nails on his back. Her body shook and quivered as muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing in random order. Her heart was a trip hammer in her chest. The term 'mind blowing' was very apt as her climax blew all conscious thought from her head and she floated in a haze of roiling pleasure, the sensation of his weight on her felt very distant, yet satisfyingly comfortable.

Her body began to relax, only to tense again as another and then another wave cascaded through her senses. They were not as intense as the first, but they left her nerves humming. Her climax diminished in force, but still kept playing through her body as her sense of the real world slowly returned. She could feel his breath , warm on her chest. He had collapsed onto of her, his weight a solid, warm pressure on her breasts and torso, but at some time she had also wrapped her arms and lags around him, keeping him in place. Faith blinked to get the blurriness out of her eyes and lightly stroked his hair as they lay still, waiting for their breathing and heart rates to return to normal.

She let out a soft groan when he shrunk out of her and she unclasped her legs, allowing him to roll off her, which he did after planting a soft kiss on her breast. The spirit of the intense orgasm she had just experienced, still haunted her as restless energy that kept her tingling and feeling both energized and satedly spent at the same time. She could feel their cum trickling out of her and there was a lot of it. She stared up at the ceiling, at the cracked and faded paint, feeling the sweat dry on her skin. "Stay the rest of the night?" she asked him quietly and turned her head to look at him. He smiled at her. "Come here." He echoed her invitation from earlier and she returned his smile.

They rearranged the bedding as best they could to cover themselves and she snuggled against his side, resting her head on his shoulder, her breasts flattened against his side and draped her legs over his. His arm was warm along her back and his hand rested lightly on her hip while her forearm and hand rested on his chest. She was comfortable, warm and sated. His heart beat a steady staccato under her hand and her eyelids were growing heavy. He tightened his grip on her hip slightly, hugging her against him and she drowsily murmured her approval before she drifted off to sleep.

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