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Domestic Bliss	By : SpecialFX Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Faith/Xander Views: 3952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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TITLE: Domestic Bliss
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 1 of ?
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
SHIP: Xander / Faith
RATING: NC-17 – Sex and Language
CATEGORY: Romance 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.
SYNOPSIS: Faith and Xander have a fun interlude.
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
The nervous energy that had built up as Faith waited for him had spiked instead of subsiding when she saw the look on his face as he walked into their bedroom and froze. Most people saw him as the boy scout, the vanilla goody two shoes and he was those things, but they never saw him when he looked at her like that, they didn’t share his bed. His gaze was wild, naked, blazing lust that heated her skin with its intensity, but yet it also held everything they felt for each other. It was that which made her heart skip a beat even as her sex clenched and twisted against itself with desire. He wanted her body, but it came with all the attachments she had never had before, love, adoration companionship, friendship and intimacy. She flashed him a smile over her creamy shoulder. “Hi, Thanks for coming. I was wondering if you could help me with something.” She requested casually watching as the thick bulge in his trousers twitched as she arched her back and shifted her knees a little further apart to display her wet, swollen need to him more clearly.
He didn’t say a word in response, just simply started stripping down as fast as he could while approaching the bed. She turned her gaze away from him as she felt the bed shift with his weight. There were a few moments that felt like an eternity and then his hand were caressing her thighs on the way to her hips. Her teeth bit sharply into her full lower lip, but a low moan still slithered from her while her back arched and her eyelids fluttered closed as his hard, thick male virility slowly stretched and filled her. Her hands flexed on the headboard and the bed frame groaned ominously as she used her grip as a brace to push back and eagerly took his last couple of inches in a rush. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her firm ass joining the sound of his groan and her soft cry which she expelled on a heavy exhalation as he pierced her core.
Although he remained still she felt him throb against the snug confines her flexing, twisting, twitching flesh as it adjusted to his length and girth, a fresh rush of slippery sex grease flooding from her in anticipation of what was to follow. Her spine slowly relaxed, letting her head drop while she took a deep, steadying breath, a smile lazily twitching her lips as he brushed aside her wealth of dark hair and she felt the warm blossom of his lips planting a kiss between her shoulder blades. His strong hands massaged her waist for a moment and then his fingers drew skittering, ticklish trails up over her ribs to capture, cup and fondle her slowly swaying breasts. His nibbling, sucking, licking mouth slowly made its way first to the juncture between her shoulder and neck and then up to below her ear as they started to rock in counter-sync, his shaft stirring her molten, flexing core. His strong hands massaged the firm globes of her breasts and his fingers found, rolled, teased, pinched and pulled at the turgid nubs of her nipples just the way she liked it to send bursts of sparks scattering into her chest.
She licked her lips and groaned as he started to circle his hips while increasing the length of his strokes. She whispered his name and craned her head back and to the side until he could find her lips for a deep, passionate kiss. She saw his eyes sparkle just before he closed them, his lips vibrating against hers as he groaned when she pushed back hard onto him and they ground together. They kissed until the awkward angle of her neck became an issue, but the still caught his lip between her teeth and let it stretch as far as it would before releasing it in reluctance. “Does this help with your problem?” he wondered against the shell of her ear and she jumped slightly as he pinched her nipple at the same time. “It’s a start.” She tried to down play her satisfaction with what he was doing, but she failed, unable to stop the moan of delight that came from her as he pumped into her again with a long, steady, full length stroke and he chuckled, the sound having nothing to do with mirth, but instead, the promise of more to come.
The bed started to creak as they began moving faster, the wood of the headboard biting into her palms, a vague sensation compared to the electric bursts and jolts generated by his hands at her breasts and the journey of his rampant manhood driving back and forth inside her. She rocked, rolled and thrust to meet him, the wet reverberating sound of his pelvis colliding with her ass joined her heavy moans and his grunts and hisses that interspersed their exchanged litany of adoration and encouragement. Heat radiated from him into her flexing, shifting back and sweat popped up on her skin, adding a strange pins and needles sensation to her already tingling skin. The droplets banded together and formed little caressing rivulets that would pool in whatever little hollows they found only to be spilled and sent cascading on their way as she move with and against him.
One of his hands left her breast to hook around her shoulder and she cried out as he pulled her back onto him in a hard, full-length thrust. It took her a moment to match him, but soon they synced to add push and pull to their repertoire of erotic writhing, using their arms to add further impetus to their joining and parting. His breath made hot blooms on the skin of her shoulder and she groaned when his teeth tested the corded muscle underneath for a moment. His chest and abdomen slid along her back and twitching spine on a film of sweat and her body started to shake with the build up of energy that was boiling up in her core and radiating out along her nerves to leave her skin tingling.
A little whimper escaped from behind her teeth where they pinned her full lower lip as she strained to keep up with him while at the same time maintaining the dam wall that held back the rising flood of her climax. His chest rumbled against her back with the animal growl that broke from his lips against the shell of her ear as his hips pumped hard and fast. The bed creaked ominously and she wasn’t sure because of her blood pounding in her ears but, there might have even been a sound of cracking as she braced herself to hungrily take his delightful assault. “Come for me, Baby.” He ground out against her ear, his tongue skirting the shell before his teeth captured her earlobe with a less than gentle bite while he pulled all the way back, almost slipping out of her and then slamming forward.
Her eyes went wide as her head snapped back and her spine became a taut quivering bow as her body complied and the dam burst. Her cry started out soundless and spiraled into a shuddering wail as her sex constricted, wringing out a fresh, heavy torrent of hot grease before rippling around the steel of his shaft as he continued to buck and grind against her. His thrusting tested the rippling vice of her climaxing sex and sparked fresh waves of bliss as he tried to get even deeper inside her before she felt him start to mingle his essence with hers in hot, heavy spurts. His hands clenched at her shoulder and breast, their pressure stopping just this side of painful, but it also drew her tight against him. She could feel the trip hammer beat of his heart against her back and his heavy breaths sounded like a bellows above her while she panted to catch her breath with lungs that burned with exertion and tried process the myriad of deliciously blissful sensations that were pulsing through her as his hips jerks with each blast of his release.
He grunted and then exhaled hard as he froze, shivering and pressed tight against her ass. He went limp and his weight rested on her back, but before her jittery and uncoordinated limbs failed under it he sucked in a sharp breath and his hands joined her on the headboard to support him and his hard, sweaty body became a comfortable anchor in the dream-like state of bliss she floated in. She pressed her lips to his forearm, tasting sweat and then lolled against it with a soft groan. The supernova blast of her climax had passed, but echoes continued to skip and dance along already strained and frayed nerves and she could still feel him throb against her snug, greased confines making it twitch in response.
He nuzzled at her neck through her hair for a moment, murmuring her name and she sighed at the perfection of the moment. Her sex clenched as he started to slowly shrink and they groaned in unison and she lifted her head as he pushed away from the headboard to withdrew from her. He kissed the small of her and then flopped onto the bed on is back. It took her a few moments to get her sex-sated limbs to obey and joined him, nestling against his side and the inviting crook of his arm with a contented sigh. She could still feel the echo of him inside her along with the copious juices of their shared release slowly trickling onto the inside of her thighs which she slowly rubbed together while his fingers drew mysterious little patterns on the curves of her hip.
She tilted her head to look up at him when he gently brushed the dark, damp locks of her hair out of her face. “Good afternoon, Miss Lehane.” He greeted her with a warm smile. “Good afternoon, Mister Harris.” She greeted him as formally and a smile of her own. They looked at each other for a moment and then burst out laughing. They laughed until their lips met, making their mirth stutter and then die away as they started to kiss, slow and deep, bodies slowly, unconsciously undulating together for the feel of skin against skin and hands clutching and caressing. She sighed when they broke the kiss and relaxed back onto the bed. The bed had wobbled while they shook with laughter. “I think we might have broken the bed again.” He suggested, pressing at the headboard and making the bed rock slightly. ”Again? I thought Willow… You know.” She asked, making a vague gesture with her hands to indicate the magical repairs the witch had made a few months earlier. “She did and I think that’s pretty much all that’s keeping this sucker together right now.” He confirmed and postulated and she sighed.
“You think Giles will spring for a new one?” she wondered idly and Xander laughed as if it was the most absurd suggestion in the world. “No… I don’t think he will and I don’t think I want to have to ask him and explain how it got broken, but maybe I could make us one? You know, something big and spacious and reinforced. We could go look at some styles and…” He suggested and she made a vague noise of agreement. She didn’t really want to think about a new bed, she was just happy to be in one with him and he noticed so they settled into a comfortable silence.
“I hope I didn’t pull you away from anything important?” she wondered after awhile, flexing her toes before running them along his calf. “Faith, Baby… You sent me naked, very intimate pictures of yourself with the text: Hurry home. I’m waiting. What could be more important than that? By the way I didn’t know you were that flexible.” He replied and she chuckled. “While look who’s all smooth and shit?” she quipped, but then frowned. “I thought we talked about you not calling me Baby?” she queried putting a warning edge to her voice. “Sure, we did, but it’s still going to happen from time to time, so get used to it. Besides, you didn’t seem to mind a couple of minutes ago if I recall correctly.” He countered blithely grinning as she shot him a glare. “That’s not fair… I can’t actually mind anything with you’re inside of me and especially not when you’re… well to put it bluntly, fucking me like that.” She admitted, calling what they had just done was it was after a short pause.
She loved him and they made love often, but every so often, whether it was by her design or his they did fuck and she realized as she thought about it, that she liked that about their relationship. When she’d first slept with him all those months ago, she tried to suppress her more aggressive sexual tendencies. She’d thought it was how the new, reformed Faith was supposed to act, but he’d known differently and she had to admit, that his appetites were a fine compliment to hers. Their attraction was physical as much as it was emotional and he had not only coaxed her wilder, more adventurous sexuality out from where she had buried it, but also encouraged it by showing her his own.
It had been strange the first time she’d really let go. When her desire had abruptly flared and she’d taken their slow, gentle, intimate foreplay to demanding, hungry kisses when she couldn’t stand his teasing any more. Sucking lips and swiping tongues gave way to nipping and even biting teeth when he refused to comply with her request for gratification. His resistance, his amusement simply spurred her on. She had thought he was being dense or obtuse to bait her like that, but she suspected differently now. He had known exactly what he was doing. He knew she’d been holding back and needed some form of impetus to let go. They’d almost tussled, as writhing became wrestling until she ended up on top of him to impale herself on his rampant erection before riding him even more fiercely than when she’d taken his virginity all those years ago, talking dirty and even going so far as to pin his wrists above his head as she took her pleasure from him hard and fast, spearing him into the roiling furnace of her core again and again as he watched her wide-eyed.
She came wailing like a banshee, the hard rippling contractions of her tight channel drawing his release from him as well, his hips jerking and a stuttered cry bursting from his lips as he did so. She’d collapsed on top of him once the wild energy of her climax had deliciously ravaged her sweaty body, finally releasing his wrists as her breasts heaved against his chest as she tried to catch her breath and so did he. She raised her head slowly and she could see scratches on his shoulders and the tell tail darkening spots of bruises on his wrists. She had felt a sudden wash of guilt that was almost enough to outweigh the joy, pleasure and satisfaction she felt at surrendering to her nature and not holding back. His eyes on her felt accusing and for the first time she felt uncomfortable in his bed as she felt the urge to get up and run start to bubble up inside her. That had scared her too; it was too much like her old self.
She was about to act on that feeling when his arms lazily curled around her and his lips pressed to her cheek just below her ear. “Faith, that was amazing. You’re amazing. You’ve been holding out on me.” He told her softly, his breath tickling her ear, his tone smoky with awe and that same intimate adoration that still seemed to shock her every time she heard it. She turned her head to face him and found him bright-eyed and with a gentle smile on his lips and hers didn’t seem to have a choice but to do the same as the tension once again seeped out of her. “That wasn’t too much?” she asked in a voice that sound small and unsure. A chuckle bubbled up out of her throat without her permission as he made an overly dramatic thoughtful expression. “Too much? No, you might have to explain one or two of the more colorful demands you made at some point, just because I might be interested in attempting them, but… Definitely no, that was just right. You’re just right, for me.” he answered, his last sentence had such a ring of certainty to it she had to look away from him.
“I love you.” She told him softly, nuzzling against his still sweaty chest. “After what you just did, that should be my line.” He quipped back and she caught his nipple between her teeth and nipped. He hissed and then sighed as she salved the hurt that she’d caused with her gently swirling tongue. “Okay… Okay. I love you too.” He reciprocated, his arms tightening around her in an affectionate hug and she felt him nuzzled through her hair to his he top of her head making her sigh with contentment.
“I thought we were calling it screwing?” he wondered mildly. “No… What we did in that barn in Kansas last month after we slayed the KratekHanasa... Kretaka has… That drought-causing daemon that was screwing with all the laughing and rolling around in the hay and the making out before hand. What we just did, what you just did to me, that’s fucking. And, here’s hoping you don’t get a swollen head unless it’s down south, you really know how to fuck, X.” she complimented him, squirming slightly as the memory stirred tantalizing echoes within her. “Ah, My Girl, ever the romantic.” He commented with a grin that became a grunt as she turned her head and none too gently bit him. ”Ow! Be nice.” He admonished her touching the tip of her nose with her finger. She teeth clicked as she playfully snapped at his retreating digit and he chuckled.
“You hungry?” he asked and her stomach made an unlady-like growl in answer before she could. “You know me too well, Xander.” She responded and he frowned. “Did you slay any daemons today that you’re not telling me about?” he asked and she returned his frown before she burst out laughing. “I guess it would fit, but no. It seems a gal can get horny just sitting along at home thinking of her guy. It happens.” She finally answered, her voice shaky even as her mirth subsided. “You referred to yourself as a gal, seriously?” he wondered with rhetorical amusement and she stuck her tongue out at him. “And, I’m your guy?” he wondered, fishing for confirmation. “Nah. Ralph was busy so I had to settle for you.” She responded blithely. “Why you little…” heard him mutter just as he slid out from under her and then his fingers were at her ribs and he was tickling her mercilessly. She tried to fend him off, but she was soon breathless with laughter and wriggling and twisting to escape his knowledgeable fingers.
“Okay! Okay! I surrender… It was you… It’s only you, Xander.” She panted her surrender and his hands stilled, his weight resting on her, his face hovering over hers. She could feel him stiffening with renewed vigor. “Damn skippy I am.” He informed her while he gently brushed the hair out of her face and caressed her cheek. Faith couldn’t help but press into his caress. She smiled up at him. “So, do you want to feed me or should we go another round first?” she asked, slowly undulating her hips to press against his growing erection and to make sure he knew how willing and wet she was as she ground herself against his thigh.
He looked away without responding and then back at her. “Now you know I’m a man who has no qualms about having his dessert before dinner, but we don’t have the time. We need to shower and you need to get gussied-up. We have reservations in an hour.” He declined her offer. “We do?” she enquired. “Yes, Luigi’s at six.” He confirmed. “When did..?” she wondered.” Right after your text. I figured one good turn and all that… Now, up, shower, gussy and we’ll go.” He ordered rolling off her. “I’m really not all that hungry, Xander.” She noted with a seductive little lilt to her voice, curling onto her side to watch as he got up off their bed, immediately missing his warmth, his weight and his scent. “I’m sure there’s something I could find to… snack on if we stayed right here.” She continued, deliberately eyeing his still nearly erect member as she slowly licked her lips.
She saw him start to waver, but then he turned away from her and grabbed his boxers off the floor and slid them on. “Up, shower, do what you need to do and we’ll go to a nice dinner.” He repeated his instruction and she sighed, recognizing his tone and the set of his shoulders as determined resolution. She felt herself actually pout for a moment, but then with a sigh she smiled and swung her legs over the side of he bed. She could still feel his essence, warm, moist and slippery inside her as she padded to the bathroom and feeling his eyes on her put an extra bit of sway in her hips. She turned and leaned against the doorframe to face him, her arm stretched up, her foot shifting slowly back and forth, her toe barely touching the carpet to accentuate her artfully seductive pose. “We could share the shower, you know. It helps to have someone who can wash your back, amongst other things.” She suggested, making her tone both honey sweet and perfectly reasonable.
He stared at her and she saw his dick twitch against the cotton of his boxers. “Goddamit, Woman… Why do you always have to make it so hard? Pun intended.” He accused her and she grinned back at him. He half took a step towards her. She didn’t know if he was accepting her suggestion or if he was coming closer to argue with her, but she knew that if she could touch him, the distinction would be moot. But, he stopped himself and turned his back to her instead before he flung out his arm and pointed at the bathroom to silently reinforce his earlier instructions. “Fine, but when we get home…” she finally capitulated, but left him with an open-ended quasi-threat.
“Baby, when we get home I’m having you for dessert with whipped cream, honey and chocolate syrup with cherries if we have ‘em.” He countered her threat with a promise in a voice that was so positively suggestive that it made her belly flutter and her sex clench in anticipation. It even made her so aroused that she didn’t even admonish him for calling her Baby again before she closed the bathroom door to take a shower that was colder than it strictly needed to be.
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