The Great Outdoors

TITLE: The Great Outdoors

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: Possibly. 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.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 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

They'd pitched the tent, but she doubted they would need it. It was a hot summer evening and there wasn't a cloud in sight as she looked up at the slowly darkening sky. Why Xander insisted on building a fire, she still couldn't understand, but the argument had gone somewhat along the lines that it wasn't a camp without a campfire and she had been having just too good a day to argue over something that insignificant and the promise of melted marshmallows was quite tempting.

It was good to be out of the hustle and bustle of LA and the hike up here had been slow and easy. She hadn't even minded the crack of dawn wake-up call. She had simply enjoyed the fresh, quiet of the forest and his company. She walked over to where Xander stood surveying the cheerful fire and the fire pit he had been working on for the last half an hour and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his broad shoulder. He reached back and slid his hands into the back pockets of her olive green cargo pants, fondling her ass, none to subtly. She nipped at his neck in playful retaliation until his hands stilled.

"This was a good idea." She complimented him. "I needed it too. It's been a hectic couple of weeks and, to be honest, living in a hotel with a bunch of girls isn't everything the fantasy might suggest. "Who you calling a girl?" she growled in his ear. "Woman then... If you insist." He shot back. "Awwwwwe. Were you getting estrogen overwhelmed?" she asked playfully modulating her voice. "Yeah, as if you didn't nearly bite Lisa's head off for eating you Double Fudge Hagendas." He quipped back. "It had my name on it." She said hotly in her defense and then chuckled. "At least I know my reputations still intact. The poor girl went white as a sheet." She quipped. "You're a bad... bad woman, Faith."

They had needed this and she decided right there and then she would try to ensure that they got away together, like this, more often. It wasn't just their living arrangements. Their world was adjusting to the presence of the multitude of Slayers, albeit slowly, but adjusting all the same. It might not be the insidious world dominating evil that was The First, but vampire nests were now larger and vamps turned their victims more indiscriminately to bolster their numbers. It also seemed that, to some daemon clans, the force of Slayers was like a challenge. As, senior members, they had to keep traveling where ever they were needed and do whatever was necessary not only to keep the fledgling Slayers alive but beat the bad guys too. Overtime it took a toll. More moments like these would definitely make it easier to deal with.

"And don't you forget it, Mister Harris." She told him, her voice suddenly low and suggestive as she let her hands slide lower to rub at his crotch. She felt him twitch and start to grow under her touch and his hands started to fondle her ass again as they toyed with each other. They both groaned as she pressed herself a little more firmly against his back, flattening her breasts, which were unfettered by a bra under her tank top, against his hard muscles. Her hardening nipples, scraped across his solid back with tingling flashes of sensation, separated from his warm skin by only two thin layers of cotton. They managed to crane their necks in order to kiss, but found the position too uncomfortable and by silent consent, relinquished their respective holds on each other long enough for him to turn and face her before their lips joined and their hands once more roamed with erotic intent.

She tugged at his hips and began to two-step them back to where she had laid out their double sleeping bag. She sucked lightly at his lower lip and broke their kiss. She smiled up at him and he grinned down at her. "It's a bit early to turn in isn't it?" he asked playfully and she made a mock show of considering his question while pressing her ass back into his strong hands. "You're right." She told him forcing a serious note into her voice and suddenly pulling free of him. "You put all the hard work into building the fire, so you might as well make dinner before you get any dessert." She continued, battling to keep a straight face at his surprised expression at her sudden switch of tack.

He gave her a speculative look and then before she could resist, grabbed her wrist and pulled her back against his chest. "Nice try, Sugar." He complimented her and recaptured her lips with a blistering kiss. She had meant to struggle, to continue the game, but the intensity of his kiss shattered her resolve and she returned his kiss in kind, her body melting against his. They finally broke the kiss when air became an issue. "Sugar, really?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. "It seemed appropriate at the time." He grinned and planted a kiss lightly on the tip of her nose.

His treachery caught her completely by surprise as his strong fingers found the ticklish spots he had discovered under her arms and between her ribs. Her laughter sounded wild and free in the relative quiet of the clearing as she writhed and wriggled to get away from his tickling fingers, but not so hard as to succeed. He maneuvered her onto the soft pile of their sleeping bag with him straddling her legs and continued to mercilessly tickle her "Stop... Stop... Stop! You win. You can have whatever you want." She surrendered breathlessly, her words shaking with the chortles and giggles that still fell from her lips. "Anything?" he asked and suddenly, a low, sultry heat replaced his playful tone, as he held her close to him, his head tilted over hers. She could feel his cock twitch against her; it's thick length hot even through the material of their pants and underwear.

She let out a long, slow, shuddering breath before confirming: "Anything." And, let the tip of her tongue peek out and sweep over her full lower lip. He shifted back slightly and then slid the hem of her tank top away from the waistband of her pants, exposing her hard, toned torso. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the thin, slightly raised scar Buffy had given her, what was now a lifetime ago for her. She sighed, letting her head loll to the side as she looked down her body at him planting light, warm kisses on her stomach and then drawing mysterious, abstract patterns on her skin with his tongue. Her taut belly tensed and then quivered slightly as he also lightly nipped and dragged the edge of his teeth across her skin and she rested her hand lightly on his head, running her fingers through his hair as he explored her torso with his mouth. He moved slowly upward, moving the hem of her top ahead of his mouth.

He lifted his head and Faith lifted her back and her arms over her head so that he could remove her tank and then settled back. He shifted, laying next to her, partially draped across her, his thigh between her legs and she could feel the hot tube of his erection pressing against her hip. His elbow rested next to her shoulder and his face hovered above hers, propped up on his hand. He ran his free hand over her ribs and lightly cupped the lower curve of her breast, weighing it and gently kneading her firm globe. He lightly teased her nipple to full, tingling attention with his thumb as he looked down at her with an appreciative smile and she murmured her approval as sparks of warm pleasure pulsed into her chest. She shifted her hips, slowly undulating and pressing her crotch against his thigh as her sex flexed against itself and she felt her nether lips swell and her folds flower open and moist with her cream. "Have I told you lately that you're beautiful?" he asked softly as his gaze wandered over her half naked form.

"This morning when I brought you doughnuts with your coffee." She reminded him. "Oh... Yeah, but no, I think I was talking to the doughnuts." He quipped and she swatted his shoulder. "Oh that's nice." She admonished him sarcastically. "Oh come on they were chocolate covered with sprinkles. They were things of beauty." He countered and captured her hand, pressed her fingers to his lips before releasing it. "Have I told you, you look hot?" he asked and she made a show of considering his question. "No, but..." she started to reply, but he stopped her by grabbing a bottle of water from the cooler behind her and poured the cool liquid over chest and breasts.

She gasped as the water hit her hot, sensitized skin, raising goose bumps as it splashed and then ran downward, leaving cool trails between her and over her breasts and down her torso and finally soaked into her pants and panties, cooling her blazing sex and mixing with her juices that had already soaked into the material. Although shocking at first, she found the contrast between hot and cold quite enjoyable. She shivered and then moaned as he tossed the bottle aside and lowered his head to let his lips and tongue chase the droplets around her skin and restore heat to it.

Xander lifted his head, just long enough to drag his t-shirt off over his head and toss it aside. His lips joined hers for a quick hard kiss before it returned to her skin. He moved down her body, his hands sliding along her skin and his lips following suite. She groaned as she shifted from side to side, pressing herself against his sucking lips and lapping tongue. She tried to kick of her hiking boots in preparation for him getting her pants off, but found them securely fastened and unco-operative and made a little growl of frustration. He lifted his head with a grin. "Do that again." He instructed. "What?" she queried, unsure what he meant. "Make that sound again... It's sexy as sin and it makes your belly vibrate." He explained. She first let out a soft sigh as he ran his tongue over her taut abdomen before she could comply and repeat the growl she had made before. It ended in a soft groan as he swirled his tongue into her belly button and sealed his lips hard to the skin around it.

Faith reached blindly and finally found the bulge that tented the front of his pants and his lips vibrated on her skin as he groaned when she traced his length through the material. Straining to see, she reached for and started to unbuckle his belt as he unbuttoned her cargo pants. He moved out of the range of her hand before she could manage the button on his jeans. "You're... You're gonna have to get my boots... My pants won't come off over them." She groaned at him as she writhed, lifting her ass as he dragged her panties and pants off her hips and down her thighs with a solid tug. "Oh Fuck... That feels so good!" She cried out softly as his hot lips and swirling tongue descended on her clit, making her buttocks clenched and her back arch as she pressed her flesh against his mouth. She gathered handfuls of the sleeping bag a he send heavy jolts of pleasure into her as he worked her clit with his mouth and fed the sweet, tingling, sparking tension of her building climax.

He dialed back the intensity a little as he moved lower to lap at her folds, running his tongue the length of her slit in a warm, wet caress before delving deeper to explore her channel as far as he was able. She went from tense to boneless was the lighter waves of delight caressed rather then shocked her nerves. Faith let go of the sleeping bag to run her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp, enjoying the tactile connection to him as he pleasured her, introducing first one and then a second of his long, dexterous fingers into the fray. She murmured encouragements and praise down to him, her eyes half-lidded and her head lolling from side to side. She wondered if heaven could be something like this as her senses drank in what he was doing and the nature that surrounded them.

The pine sent of the trees that surrounded the clearing mixed with the miasma of sex and arousal that enveloped them. The soft hiss of the breeze meandering through those trees and the soft noises of life being led by countless small animals were a melodic background to her panted breaths and words and the sound of him hungrily exploring her and drinking down her free flowing juices. The sun intensified the heat his actions brought to her skin. She could stay here, like this, with him, forever, yet at the same time she knew there was more and she wanted that too.

She felt his other hand blindly attempt to undo the laces on her boots. After, a few minutes, his rhythm faltered and after a few more he lifted his head and with drew his fingers. She lifted hers as well, acutely missing the feel of his lips, tongue and fingers before opening her eyes to look down her body at him, finding his lips and chin glistening wetly with her sex grease. He licked his lips and sucked his fingers clean with relish, but a frown marring the blaze of desire she could see in his eyes. "What kinda knots did you use on these bloody laces, Faith?" he asked, frustration evident in his voice as he continued to tug at them.

Faith could understand his frustration. She wants this to move to the next level too and knew she didn't have the patience to deal with something as mundane as stubborn laces. "Fuck the laces or getting my pants off. I want you inside me, X. I want you inside me now." She informed him with heated vehemence and making sure her pants and panties were below her knees, shifted onto her belly and then rose up on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring at her, frozen. "What are you waiting for? A written invitation." She asked letting her frustration and the urgency of her need show by her sharp, clipped tone. "Sorry, Babe... I was just enjoying the scenery. You have a mighty fine ass. Her irritation at his delay vanished. "Get over here, Xander." She commanded, softly and with an urgent groan as her sex flexed and twisted against itself in anticipation of having something thick, hot, hard and unyielding to twist and flex against.

His zipper sounded loud and out of place, but it also made her anticipation flare. She lowered her head with a soft thigh when she felt his hands slide across the curves of her buttocks and grasp one of her hips. Faith let out a low moan as his lips pressed warmly against the small of her back and then his tongue slithered up her spine. She shifted her hands slightly forward, clenching her fists around handfuls of the sleeping bag, bracing herself as she felt the pointed head of his cock brush through her swollen folds. He found her entrance and wedged himself in place before pausing. His lips brushed her shoulder and then her neck. "Ready?" he breathed into her ear as his other hand gripped her hip as well. Her response was too press back and he thrust forward, guiding her onto him.

Faith gasped, her breath hitching in her chest before hissing: "Yessssss!" as he filled and stretched her. His shaft lanced a trail of delicious, fiery friction aimed at her molten core, battering its way through her tight flesh in a single, smooth stroke. "God, I love the feel of being inside you." He told her, breathing the words into the shell of her ear before lightly nipping at its lobe, as she felt him throbbing in her snug embrace. She lowered her shoulders, changing her angle and pressing back and up urging him deeper as he ground into her with rolling hips and grasping fingers. They started to rock, first in unison and then in counterpoint to slowly increase the range of his movement inside her.

Her hair cascaded down over her face in a dark curtain and se let her eyes flutter closed to make the darkness complete so that she could concentrate solely on the exquisite sensation of his thick, long manhood sliding in and out of her and the sweet tension and energy of the climax it was building. Xander kissed the back of her neck and shoulders as their bodies met again and again and again. The collision send physical shockwaves as well as ones of tingling pleasurable energy as she strained back and braced herself to accept his powerful thrusts. She started to pant as he thrust faster and harder. Words of encouragement and praise dripped from her lips along with moans, which eventually transformed into cries of enjoyment and delight. His deeper voice echoed hers, but counterpointed her cries with grunts.

His hands left her hips and slid along her flanks, over her ribs and onto her breasts. His hands firmly massaged her globes while his nimble fingers found her hard, sensitive nipples, rolling, flicking and tweaking them with electric sparks of sensation. Her belly started to quiver with the strain of holding back the swirling, roiling energy of her eminent orgasm. She felt his rhythm falter slightly, the tension in his body increasing, letting her know he was close as well. Xander's hands clutched at her breasts and she let go of the sleeping bag as he pulled her upright and against his heaving chest as he rose up onto his knees.

Faith flicked her hair back along with her head as she rested it on his broad shoulder. Her world went red as the late afternoon sun hit her face and closed eyelids as she groaned loudly as his angle changed inside her and their movement shifted from back and forth to up and down. The build in her climax surged with the difference in stimulus and she found herself poised on the edge. She reached back and her hands found the tense globes of his ass, fingers and nails testing them as they clenched. Somehow, his lips found hers in a short, intense kiss. "By all that's holy, I love you." He ground out from between gritted teeth. The words trickled into her sex-addled consciousness, but her body understood their truth and she felt the release start deep within her core as quivers turned to heavy tremors. "I love you too." She panted as she grabbed his ass hard, and thrust herself down onto him as he thrust up.

Her climax shot through her as if she had just grasped a livewire as her sex flexed and locked around his thick unyielding shaft. Her body tensed, her back arching, her shoulders pressing back against his hard chest. Her head thrashed from side to side and her sharp, shuddering cry mingled with his deep bellow as she felt him expand and pulse as his hips jerked and he climaxed with her. She felt the heat of his seed join the flood of her juices as her sex rippled around his as she tensed and relaxed in rapid succession. Her eyes popped wide and the light blinded her, but it didn't matter as she tried to suck in air, her breasts heaving against his warm hands. Her nerve sang a rousing aria to the symphony of pleasure and ecstasy that played through her body in wave after intense wave.

One of Xander's hands left her breast and cupped her crotch as he continued to hump against her ass as his climax ran it's jerking, spurting course. She didn't know if it was his intension or just coincidence, but his fingers rubbed over her clit and she let out another cry of mixed pleasure and pain as another heavy jolt of electric sensation blasted over already over-sensitized and overloaded nerves. She shuddered, her heart beating a-mile-a-minute as she undulated and squirmed against him as the last sweet tension of her climax unraveled and faded to random sparks of warm energy snaking through her body.

They were both panting heavily, rocking slightly. His hands relaxed and she let herself drop forward back onto her hand. He paused a little, sliding free of her with a shared groan, and then followed as she stretched out on her side. They lay on their sides, facing each other and he reached over and brushed her sweat-dampened hair out of her face, his fingers gentle on her cheek. She kissed his thumb when it came into range. He shifted closer and they kissed, slow, soft and intimate. Their lips parted with smiles and then they rolled onto their back, her hand finding his, their fingers twining into a relaxed interlaced grip.

"That was amazing." He told her. "Yes... It was." She agreed. "I think we might have traumatized that family of squirrels." She noted as said squirrels chattered in the trees off to the left of the clearing and he chuckled. The shadows lengthened and dusk settled over the woods, painting everything in a gentle orange glow as the sun started to dip below the tree line, the last rays slanting through the gaps in the foliage. "We should do this more often." Faith suggested. "Babe... If I had my way, we'd never leave the bedroom. You know that." He stated, not quite keeping a tremble of mirth out of his voice. "Very funny, X. And, as intriguing as that offer is, it wasn't what I meant. We should get away together more often, just the two of us, when it doesn't involve killing anything or saving the world, I mean." She clarified. "Yeah... I know. We'll make time. I like being alone with you." He acknowledged thoughtfully, his fingers toying with hers affectionately. "The outdoors is great, after all." She noted, grinning as she rolled onto her side, drawing the sleeping bag with her and over them as her lips found his.

THE END