Wake-up Call

TITLE: Wake-up Call

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Faith / Xander

RATING: NC-17 – Sex and Language

CATEGORY: Romance. Angst and Erotica

SPOILERS: Possibly.

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: A companion piece to “Rainy Night In Georgia”. Life for Faith and Xander continue after Sunnydale became a crater.

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

Faith took her boots off, leaning her hand on the door of their suite for support before quietly opening it. She slipped inside and shut it with a soft click. It had been one of those nights. It seemed like the more good there is in the world the bigger and meaner the bad got. Thankaree daemons, an entire nest of big, brutish, savage, fast and vicious beasts where there should only have been two. It got close, but no one got too badly hurt, except Kate and she would heal quickly enough. Her team did well.

She lowered her boots to the floor and then shrugged out of her jacket with a little wince. She rolled her neck and shoulders to ease the tension before crossing to the bedroom. She smiled as she leaned against the doorframe, looking at the slumbering form of her boyfriend. She’d missed him tonight and not just because she’d gotten used to him watching her back these days or mostly nights as the case was. She just always felt better when he was where she could see him, but even with all the potential slayers being activated, they just didn’t have enough experienced fighters and they had to occasionally split up to lead teams separately. “Boyfriend.” She let the word roll around in her head and her smile widened.

She watched him for a few moments more and then stripped off her clothes on the way to the shower. The hot water felt wonderful as it washed away the sweat and grime from the fight, but she knew the bed would feel better, so she didn’t linger too long. She toweled herself dry and brushed her teeth before returning to the bedroom, the air cool on her skin before she slipped, naked, under the covers. He stirred and mumbled something that might have been her name, but didn’t wake as she settled down, but his hand did come to rest on her hip and she was smiling as she fell asleep.

Faith wasn’t quite awake or asleep, but that changed as she became fully conscious letting her eyes flutter open. She couldn’t quite stifle the soft sigh that dripped from her lips onto the pillow under her cheek as he slowly slithered his tongue up along her spine. His body pressed against her back a moment later, his skin sliding along hers, following his tongue. She let her eyelids close and groaned as he let some of his warm solid weight rest against her back and kissed the side of her neck, preferring to enjoy his touch in the darkness behind them.

“Good morning.” Xander greeted her in a hushed, but heated whisper against the shell of her ear. She murmured her return greeting as her lips curved into a smile as she felt his hard manhood, throbbing hotly against the inside of her thigh. “You’re up early this morning.” She noted and he chuckled at the double meaning of her words. “You usually like it when I’m up and it’s not that early.” He responded and it was her turn to chuckle. “What’s this?” he asked and her skin twinged under his fingers as he lightly probed at her shoulder. “It’s nothing. Daemon got in a lucky punch.” She dismissed his query. “Really?” he queried his voice disbelieving and tinged sarcasm and she knows his eyebrow was raised even though she can’t see his face. She sighs.

“There were more of them than we were led to believe, but we dealt with them. Mostly scrapes and bruises, but Kate got her arm broken. Clean break. It will be healed in a day or two.” She answered more fully and giving him the casualty report before he asked, knowing that he would. ”You need to be more careful, Babe.” He chastised her quietly, but she doesn’t mind as the warmth of his lips bloom over the bruise as he kisses it. “Remind me to have a little chat with Andrew about his intel. I wouldn’t want to have to kill him if anything really bad happened to you or any of the Furies.” He rumbled in her ear. “Easy there, Tiger. There was a portal, know one could have known.” She tried to placate him with a soft pat on his thigh as he kissed and nuzzled at her neck below her ear.

His tongue had made her body react, making her nipples stiffen against the cotton of the sheet, but the rest of it made her arousal flare. She felt herself flower open and her channel flexed and twisted to expel a slippery torrent of cream in an anticipated need for lubrication. His arm wrapped warmly around her and his hand cupped her breast in its firm grip. She spread her legs slightly and he shifted forward, accepting the wordless invitation. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming as the pointed head of his dick slid between her folds in search of her entrance. He found it and slowly drove forward. Her fingers gathered handfuls of sheet with the small of her back twitching and her shoulders pressed back up against his chest as her spine curved. She moaned as he slowly filled her, her willing, yet resistant flesh parting as he stretched and filled her. Her channel pulsed as it flexed around his thick, steely length while it forged a delectably fiery trail of friction to her core.

His moan matched hers, his breath hot on her cheek as he exhaled heavily. “I missed you last night.” He told her as he pressed firmly against her buttocks and she rolled her hips to settle him as deeply as she could. Faith bit her lip as pleasure ebbed and waned as she adjusted to him. “I got in really late and you looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.” She explained breathily as they both slowly undulated and his hand rhythmically massaged her breast. “You should have.” He purred sending a shiver down her spine at the pure desire of his tone.

“Thanks for not paying me the same courtesy, X. This feels really good.” Faith told him as he started to slowly rock his hips, sliding him slowly back and forth inside her while he slowly rolled and tweaked her nipple. He nibbled and sucked at her shoulder and she reached back to cup his ass cheek while she matched his hips to increase the range of his motion inside her. He kept their pace slow and steady and she willingly let him. She turned her head, until his lips could find his and they could share a deep, hungry kiss. Her arousal continued to grow along with the sweet tension of the building climax in her loins. She sucked at his lower lips before breaking their kiss and he nipped at hers in playful reprisal before she could settle her cheek back on the pillow. He nuzzled at her hair as they moved with more purpose.

Pleasure inundated her in pulsing waves as she circled her hips on his thrusting shaft to stir her molten, tingling centre. He started to worm his other hand under her and she lifted her weight enough to allow him to reach around and grasp and fondle her other breast. She tangled her fingers with his to urge him on; to be firmer, rougher as sparks arched into her chest. Faith bit her lip as he thrusts harder in response. She gasped when his hand leaves the breast he had first captured, his fingers drawing warm, tingling trails down her quivering belly to find the exposed pearl of her clit. She whined as her hips jerk in indecision, unable to decide whether to grind back on his magnificent, long, hard, throbbing manhood or forward onto his wonderfully dexterous fingers as he stimulated her clit.

Xander bucked and bucked and bucked and she braced herself to accept him and have him pierce her core, drawing panted cries of joy and delight from her again and again and again. His hands generated a series of twin lightening jolts of pleasure from her nipple and clit as he flicked, rolled and caressed them. “Yesssss!” she hissed as the dynamo inside her spun faster sending out more, zapping, spidery electric tendrils of delightful energy that tested the limits of her ability to contain the roiling mass of bliss growing at her centre. She writhed against him, making him groan, his breath hot against her ear as he humped and ground into her. “Next time… Wake me up when you get in. I don’t care how late it is.” He instructed in a low, husky pant against the shell of her ear as he drew back, almost slipping out of her before driving forward, his fingers squeezing her nipple and clit simultaneously as he did so.

She cried out his name as her climax exploded from her core in searing bursts of white-hot bliss. Her breath caught in throat, her lungs burning as her heart beat a wild tattoo against her ribs. Her blood sang in her ears and every inch of her skin tingled while her nerves flared with liquid fire. She whined and whimpered as her sex clamped down and then rippled around his pulsing manhood. He slammed deeper into her, even though there was nowhere for him to go and then with a feral rumbling growl he joined her in climax. She flooded with fresh waves of hot cream, joining her essence with his in response. Her spine arched, pressing her back into him and her muscles tensed and relaxed in quick succession to make her shudder. Her neck curved around his shoulder as she threw back her head, her mouth opened wide to desperately suck in air while her world went blurry before her wide eyes.

His arms wrapped around and held her tight in his strong, warm embrace as they rode out the intense waves of the orgasms. The world and time went away for a while until the waves of pleasure subsided enough for it to return and her muscles started to relax more than they tensed. She licked her dry lips and smiled as his arms flexed around her while she tried to steady her breathing with heavy gulps of air. The last of the tension finally seeped from her and she relaxed against him in sated limpness. She turned her face and his lips found hers for a soft, intimate kiss that drew a sigh from her.

They both groaned as after a few more kisses, he shrank out of her, her sex flexing to clutch at his spent, retreating member and against itself awakening weak echoes of her climax. He rolled onto his back and she shifted to do the same. She pressed close against his side, his upper arm under her neck and the rest of it curled around so that his hand rested on her breast. His fingers lightly caressed the curved slope of the firm globe while his thumb rolled the still turgid, tingling over-sensitized nub of her nipple. The sparks of sensation skipped back and forth across the border between pleasure and pain until she reached up and twined her fingers with his to still them. She drew his hand up and pressed the back of it to her lips, tasting the salt of drying sweat and then let it rest on her chest with another sigh.

Faith snorted and let out a low chuckle as she turned her head. “I am so definitely not waking you up if this is the result.” She informed him as she still felt the echoes of him inside her and he chuckled. “You could have got that last night.” He countered with a grin. “And, miss a wicked wake-up call like that? Oh hell no. Not… A… Chance.” She stated resolutely with a grin of her own.

THE END