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Sleepless in Seattle	By : SpecialFX Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Faith/Xander Views: 3188 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Sleepless in Seattle
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.
SYNOPSIS: Faith and Xander spend a night in Seattle.
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
Faith heard his footsteps behind her, but didn’t turn as she looked out of their hotel suite window watching as the moon rose over the Seattle skyline. She liked the whole traveling in style thing, not like before. Motel Sixes never had a view you wanted to remember or even witness just the once. She scrunched her toes into the plush carpet, the soft fibers tickling them. She’d taken her boots off as soon as she’d got in from her day of sightseeing and exploring. It had not been one of her best decision to wear them.
They were in Seattle to babysit some mystical jewel thingy-me-bobby that was on display at a local museum. Despite popular culture, the vampires around Seattle didn’t sparkle in the sunlight; they pretty much still burst into flames. There was supposed to be some confluence of stars and planets and what not that could conceivably give the bauble the power to make one of the undead invulnerable, blah, blah, blahdy, blah, blah. Same old same old, if it wasn’t one thing it was another. The books were vague and Giles was vaguer and it all ended up being a big old wild goose chase. She hadn’t been to Seattle before and she and Xander got to dress up for the big shindig during which the whole debacle was meant to happen. Giles even loosened his notoriously tight purse strings to pay for her dress and she made the best of it.
She had felt a little foolish, all dolled up, but she loved the way Xander had looked at her in that dress and she was going to make an effort to find occasions to wear it again. Xander looked so dashing in his tux, she’d been tempted to blow the whole thing off and just have her way with him instead. They had passed a full length mirror and she’d had a hard time believing the image it reflected. And, then she’d even gotten to dance in his arms, so she really didn’t mind. Despite her original protests and grumblings, she’d had a good night.
To be, on the safe side and more pointedly to give them some time to sightsee, they had decided to stay an extra day. They’d just started their day when Giles called with something for them to check out, apparently there might have been a miscalculation of the date and there were also some books for them to collect. Specially, for Seattle, it was a sunny day and the museum had no underground access, so the undead threat was very unlikely, but they had to be sure. Xander had been kind enough to offer to do so on his own, giving her the opportunity to explore the city. They spent ten minutes arguing about it. She wanted to share the experience with him, but he was insistent that the errands for Giles would take most of the day and it was pointless for both of them to have their day spoiled. She almost pouted and it was with great effort that she didn’t stamp her foot on the pavement, but the promise from him that they would come back to the city and she could show him around, and also, that they would both keep their mobiles on finally won her over.
“Hi.” He whispered into her ear as he slid his arms under hers and wrapped them around her waist. “Hi.” She whispered back with a soft sigh as he pressed his body against her back and she relaxed to lean against his solid support. She caught the smiling reflection of his face over her shoulder as it mingled with the view. “How was your day?” he enquired as he hugged her to him, his strong hand lightly massaging her midriff through her top while his other hand deftly undid her belt. “What are you doing?” she responded with a question of her own as he undid the snaps of her jeans. “Nothing.” He replied with over-exaggerated innocence even as his fingers wormed their way under the waistband of her panties until he could cup her sex. His fingers caressed and explored her folds and his palm massaged heat and sparking life into her clit. She moaned and her hips undulated to press herself against him and then his hand.
She let her eyelids droop and let her head loll back to rest on his shoulder as she unconsciously spread her legs further to give him better access. She licked her lips as her belly fluttered under his hand and her channel twisted and flexed against itself to expel a gush of slippery cream onto his probing and pleasuring digits. His teeth grazed the side of her neck a moment before his lips sucked lightly at her skin. “Nothing sure feels like something and it feels pretty damn good to me.” She admitted on a breathy moan of appreciation and his lips vibrated against the skin at the side of her neck as he gave a smoky chuckle. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine and she reached up and let her fingers weave through his hair and cement his lips tighter to his skin.
“That doesn’t feel like nothing either.” She noted as she ground her ass back against the hard denim clad bulge of his erection where it pressed against her ass and lower back. It was his turn to groan and hers to chuckle as he rocked against her. She took his hand from her midriff and drew it up to place and cup it firmly over her breast, feeling the taut tube of her nipple throb against the heat of his palm. His hand flexed to squeeze and fondle her firm globe and she rolled her shoulder against his hard chest to press into his grip. She reached back and grabbed his ass, flexing her fingers to match the rhythm of his hand at her breast and sex.
She luxuriated in the hot, tingling feel of her skin and growing tension in her loins and muscles as he built her arousal with knowledgeable hands. It was said that familiarity bred contempt, but not in this case. It was one of the most amazing discoveries she’d made about having a relationship with her lover. “Lover.” A small voice in her mind snorted. Before him, the term hadn’t really applied. Before him all she’d done was get laid. It was get some and get gone. She’d gotten what she wanted, taken it, but never had what she needed, given to her. Before him she couldn’t even remember sharing a bed with anyone. The thoughts flashed across her mind, blooming and then being carried away on the delicious surges of delight he was creating in her. Each of her shuddering inhalations were followed by a moaned exhalation as he hit all the right spots again and again. She turned her head, searching for his lips, wanting to taste him, wanting to be more actively involved. The thought of sharing a bed with him was suddenly very attractive.
He brought his mouth close, his breath hot and teasing against her lips before she captured his lips with hungry passion. She made small noises of enjoyment in her throat as their lips slid sinuously together while his hands continued to work their rhythmic magic. What he was doing felt wonderful, but she wanted more. She wanted him thick, hard and hot inside her to give her flexing channel something to twist, squeeze and flex around, his hard body and comforting weight sliding against her naked skin, to have sweat lubricate their skin and cool the blaze he ignited along hers. She nipped at his lower lip and then broke the kiss and twisted, reluctantly giving up the stimulation of his hands at her sex and breast to face him. He grabbed her ass as she looked up at him and pressed her teeth into her full, swollen lower lip. She squeezed his ass for another moment before raising her arms and wrapping them around his neck.
He grinned down at her. “So, how was your day?” he repeated his earlier question. “Good. I went to the top of the Space Needle. The view’s incredible.” She answered this time and then rose to the tips of her toes so that his lips were closer to his. “Now… Why don’t you take me to bed and let me get on top of your Space Needle.” She less than subtly suggested, her voice low and seductive before pressing her pelvis hard against his rampant erection where it tented the front of his jeans. He chuckled, a deep, smoky sound that made his chest rumble against her breasts. His grip tightened on her ass and he lifted her off his feet, groaning as she slid along him and wrapped her legs around his waist to support some of her weight. She smiled a moment before his lips found hers for another tongue tangling kiss.
Xander carried her into the bedroom and she laughed with exhilaration as he untangled her and then dropped her onto the bed with enough force to make her bounce. Another thing about fancy hotel suites, they had really good beds. He stripped off his t-shirt and tossed it to the floor as he smiled down at her. “I love it when you laugh. You should do so more often.” He told her and gave him a smoky chuckle of her own. “Why don’t you get over here and tickle me… on the inside.” She instructed with playful innuendo. His smile turned into a wicked, lusting grin and he reached for her ankles. Despite her eagerness she playfully resist his attempts to pull off her pants, keeping her ass firmly planted on the bed and pulling her legs and him toward her.
Faith relented and lifted her ass and straightened her legs to let him pull off her jeans. She caught him off guard and he stumbled back at the sudden lack of resistance. “I’m going to make you pay for that.” He threatened, yet also chuckled as he tossed her jeans aside. “Promise?” she asked, putting a sultry purr in her voice as she yanked off her top and shifted back onto the centre of the bed before she deliberately and slowly spread her legs to put herself on display for him. She watched his tongue make a slow circuit as he licked his lips. “Oh, I promise.” He responded, his voice a hot, low gravelly pitch that made her insides quiver with anticipation. His eyes never left her as he hurriedly stripped off his boots, socks and then his jeans and boxers, leaving him as naked as she was.
“Maybe I should take a shower first?” he wondered suddenly with a show of thoughtfulness and she let her eyebrows rise to give him a “nice try” look as she sat up, leaning on her elbow and very casually put the tip of her finger into her mouth, sucked it, wetting it before stroking it back and forth between her breasts. Faith smiled as he groaned. “Want to play some more?” she asked and he shook his head. “Good. Now come to momma.” She instructed, crooking her finger in a come hither motion. “Momma? Really?” he queried with a quizzical tilt to his head even as he slid onto the bed and between her legs. “Felt like a momma moment.” She admitted with a slight shrug. “Faith, could you please stop using the word momma.” He told her with a little whine of discomfort in his voice and then she moaned as for a moment his breath heated her folds before he lowered his mouth to her sex. She flopped back onto the bed and undulated with a satisfied purr rumbling from her lips as he lapped at her folds letting his swirling, flicking tongue caress and explore her, starting low and working his way up with snaking swipes.
Her hips bucked, pressing herself against his sucking mouth when his tongue found her clit, lighting it up like a livewire. Her hips jerked and her thighs trembled as his strong hands cupped and squeezed her ass before it could drop back to the bed while hungrily, but skillfully stimulated her clit. He sucked and licked and even dragged his teeth along the hood of the exposed and buzzing bundle of nerves. She started to moan and gasp, her sex clenching and twisting to expel more, hot, slippery sex grease as the electric charges of delight radiated from his mouth, the ripples of pleasure starting to overlap and intensify each other. She managed to prop herself enough on one elbow to reach for his head with her other hand. She raked her fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp as he feasted on her.
“God, that feels so fucking good.” She panted and he had to fight her hand in order to lift his head. He grinned up at her impishly, his lips, before he licked them clean with relish, his cheeks and chin were shiny and glistened with her juices. She shook her head slowly, a smile twitching at her lips as she could all but read what was going through his mind. The intensity of the arousal he had created dropped to more manageable throb that matched her slowing heartbeat. Her smile bloomed and she snorted. “Go ahead… Say it before you bust something.” She told him in resignation. His grin broadened to pure cheese. “Who’s your daddy?” he enquired and she gave him a disgusted look, but couldn’t hold it and after a moment they both laughed while he crawled the rest of the way up over her body, his body vibrating against hers with mirth.
Faith tasted herself on his lips as he swooped down to kiss her, changing her mirth to a deep contented sigh when he settled between her legs and the tip of his dick brushed through her swollen, open folds. She kissed him back, as hungry and insistent as he had while she wormed her hand in between them to grasp and guide his shaft. His cock throbbed against her grip and he groaned into her mouth when she massaged his length as she worked her way down to its base. She guided his pointed tip through her slippery folds and couldn’t resist stroking him up and down her slit before seating him at her entrance with an anticipatory sigh. He rocked his hips slightly, just barely entering her. She bit her lip and forced her hips to remain still, allowing him his teasing by a dint of extreme will and then, he wasn’t teasing anymore.
Her back arched and her hips drove up to meet his, her breath exploding from her in a gasp as he drove into her with a long, hard stroke. Xander filled her and her slick flesh made a feeble attempt to stall his delicious assault by clutching at and flexing around his adamantine shaft. He supported his weight on one forearm and wormed his free hand under her to grab an ass cheek and hold her tight to him as he ground into her. She grabbed his ass in response as she shuddered with the heavy burst of electric pleasure. “God damn!” she groaned with vehemence as they slowly writhed together while she adjusted to the suddenness and power of his welcome invasion. He chuckled and his chest vibrated against her breasts as he sucked and nuzzled at the side of her neck adding another set of wonderful sensations. She kneaded his ass before letting one of her hands slide up his back until her fingers could wind into his hair and cup the back of his head.
She drew his lips to hers and they shared a hot, hungry kiss before he started to move inside her. He started off slow and shallow, more a rock and grind than thrusts and she reciprocated, curling her leg around his to keep herself firmly pressed against him as she sucked and nipped at his neck while delicious jolts of pleasure arched into her from their connection. His strokes grew longer and she matched him, their bodies synching until she was bucking into his thrusts, his thick, solid length caressing every part of her intimate flesh with delightful, fiery friction. Her skin blazed and tingled as his slid against it making her moan words of encouragement and praise.
His pace was relentless and she loved it, straining to match him. As, a Slayer, she was stronger than him, more athletic, but in this one arena, he had found the ability to be her match and more. She had always considered herself the wildest of rides, but he had shown her something more. With, emotion intertwined with the animal attraction and flavoring the hungry need, he could be dominating, without being dominant because she could so easily surrender to him. Their hands clutched at and caressed each other, while their mouths alternated between short, intense kisses and licking or sucking the salty sweat off their skin. Each of his pounding strokes sent shockwaves through her as they collided carrying surges of pleasure into her core and letting them spider out to her quivering extremities after ratcheting up her building climax.
The tension continued to build in her loins and she started to pant as the continuous waves of pleasure robbed her of the ability to control her breathing and her flexing muscles, working hard to match his burned up what oxygen she could gather faster than she could replenish it. They continued to move with passionate eagerness, skin sliding on skin, pleasure being given, received and shared. He reached behind him and captured her hands where they clutched and scrabbled at his flexing shoulder blades and then pinned them to the mattress on either side of her head and she let him. She expected him to pick up the pace, to start the wonderful, final, frenetic rush to the finished they so often shared, but was shocked and continued to hump against him as, instead, he slowed and then stilled, his manhood throbbing against the tight confines of her sex. The weight of his lower body and his hands around her wrists pinned her in place as he stared down at her with intensity, his chest heaving. It took her a moment to find the control to stop undulating underneath him and achieve the same stillness he was maintaining.
Faith swallowed and licked her lips as she looked back at him, a little confused that he’d stopped, but trusting him completely. She could feel the beat of his heart translated in the pulse of his shaft as they lay still, but perfectly connected. Sweat tickled her skin as it slowly slid down between her breasts. His hands left her wrists and his fingers twined with his as he continued to study her intently. She could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “What is it, Xander?” she asked him softly as the silence grew pregnant between them. “Do you know how beautiful you really are? And, what you mean to me?” he enquired, his voice low and intimate, but she instinctively knew he wasn’t looking for an answer, nor were his words the opening for banter that was such a hallmark of their relationship, so she waited silently. He took a deep breath before continuing.
“I love you, Faith.” He told her simply and she felt her chest contract as the physical pleasure he had been giving her suddenly paled in comparison to the joy those four words elicited with the purity and sincerity of his tone. Her eyes suddenly felt hot and gritty and she turned her head to press her lips momentarily against the skin of his hand before looking back into his adoring eyes. She smiled even as she blinked away a tear. “I love you too, Xander Harris.” She replied, her voice actually cracking with the amount of emotion she put into the words, her fingers tightening amongst his and her smile widened before she lifted her head to meet his descending lips. They kissed and then started to move again. They started off slow, keeping eye contact and the intimacy of their shared declaration to each other, but the desire they evoked in each other soon reasserted itself and Faith and Xander retreated as they reveled in simply being lovers.
It didn’t take long before they were once again lost in the physical need for each other. Grunts, groans, moans, gasps and cries although animal in nature also carried the intimacy and joy of their shared emotions as they pumped and ground, thrust and undulated in a dance as old as time. Their lip met for short hungry, hard kisses and then moved on to taste and test whatever skin could be reached. Sweat made him salty and lubricated the slide of his skin on hers. She gasped and arched her back to press her breast into his mouth when he found and nipped and then sucked at her hard, near-aching nipple. It shocked her how quickly she was once again breathless and teetering on the edge. “Harder… Harder… Harder!” She encouraged in a strained voice, raw with need as she drew her legs higher and curled them around his back to open herself to him as much as she could.
He responded with alacrity, driving into her with powerful thrusts that sent shockwaves through her as his pelvis collided with hers. His breath blasted out in heavy, strained bursts and heated the skin of her throat as her head pressed back into the pillow beneath it as pleasure surged along her nervous system. The lightning storm at her core roiled, flicking out heavy rolling bolts of delight that crackled out along her nerves to make her muscles misfire and she started to quiver. She blinked sweat out of her eyes and looked at wonder at her boyfriend. Her usually calm, goofy, easygoing guy suddenly had a wild, intensity about him that only she got to see. His teeth were bared and clenched, his eyes bright and entirely focused on her as he incredibly increased both the pace and strength of his driving, pounding hips.
There was a moment of mixed pleasure and pain where she whined his name and then she cried out as the fuse he lit with his thick long, virile manhood reached the powder keg of her climax and it exploded. Her eyes were open wide, but her world went blurry and then white as waves of heat and pleasure ripped through her. Bliss pulsed through her nerves and danced in her blood and along her skin. Faith clutched wildly at him to pull him closer as her sex locked and squeezed before rippled around his pumping shaft. She heard him grunt and then let out a dawn out but stifled roar as his body stiffened and his hips jerked as he filled her with his liquid heat. His hips bucked and his shaft expanded against her tightness as he pumped his essence into her. They both shuddered as they rode out their respective orgasms, his head sinking to the juncture of her neck and shoulder, his breath hot against her skin.
Electric joy kept her nerve ends sparking and her muscles twitching, but inevitably the waves subsided, but any real movement from either of them would abruptly renew the wild cascade. They were both breathing hard, but she enjoyed the feel of his warm limp weight on top of her as he relaxed, depleted and she lightly stroked the back of his head and neck. Her own sensations faded to echoes as her breathing returned to normal and the seat started to dry on her skin. Xander groaned and she felt him kiss her shoulder before he grunted and pulled his slowly shrinking member from her as he rolled off her. She couldn’t quite suppress the whine that slipped from her lips with the friction of his leaving and her sex clenching against his absence while frayed nerves protested.
Faith licked her dry lips and rolled onto her side to press close against his and rest her head on his shoulder while draping her leg over his. He curled his arm around her and hugged her close with a contented sigh and she pressed her lips lightly to his salty skin with one of her own. They luxuriated silently in each other’s sated comfort, his arm warm along her back and his fingers drawing stray, idle patterns on her hip while she felt his heartbeat go slow and steady under her hand. She was relaxed, but not tired. “You asleep?” she wondered softly and he answered by kissing the top of her head. “I guess I’m Tom Hanks to your Meg Ryan, Sleepless in Seattle.” He noted and she chuckled softly. “Maybe just a little more than the sleepless bit.” She countered.
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