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No Tomorrow, No Regrets	By : SpecialFX Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Threesomes/Moresomes > Buffy/Faith/Xander Views: 17723 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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: No Tomorrow, No Regrets
AUTHOR: Midknight
CHAPTER: 2 of ?
FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
SHIP: Xander / Faith / Buffy
RATING: NC-17 – Sex and Language
CATEGORY: Erotica
SPOILERS: Season 7, Finale.
SYNOPSIS: SPOILER WARNING: On the last morning before Buffy’s planned offensive, Xander and the two powered Slayers make sure they have no regrets.
UNIVERSE: As per cannon, with one small change: Wood never, ever, ever existed. Ever.
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; this is likely to get complicated for me as a writer anyway. Just some feedback on reviews received. First and foremost thanks for your reviews. Now, you’ve said the scene was rushed and this is true, because it was meant to be. It isn’t about romance and they are on a clock here. It’s about impetuousness and spur of the moment and it isn’t like I took them from kissing on the porch to shagging right then and there. I hope my tweaks to chapter one have improved it, for those who found the first draft lacking in some aspects.
FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. – midknight_tales@yahoo.com
They heard the faint squeal of metal and then the splintering crack of wood. It seemed that despite everything going on in Sunnydale, the neighbors had actually bothered to lock their back door, but it hardly slowed Faith down. Xander and Faith found the door hanging loosely on what was left of its hinges and followed her echoing footsteps a little more sedately. They found her tank top hung over the banister leading to the second floor and they paused to look at each other.
Without the wild, impetuous energy of Faith around, Buffy felt doubts creep into her mind and didn’t follow Xander as he took the first step up the stairs. He stopped and turned back to face her, studying her as she looked up at him, digging her thumbs under the waistband of her jeans. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Buffy. I’ll go up and tell Faith. She’ll understand. She’s different now. It’s okay. It is a little out there.” He told her with a soft smile and that uncanny way he had of sometimes, usually the most inopportune times, of knowing what she was thinking. “You’re still going to sleep with her if she’ll have you without me being there. Aren’t you?” she stated reciprocating the mental bond they occasionally shared. “Come on… It’s Faith. She’s hot.” He answered with a shrug and a tone that was just a touch too pat, his eyes dropping away from hers for just a moment. “You like her.” Buffy guessed with a flash of insight and a grin that showed she knew it was true. “I always liked her. You know that we, like did it before she went over to the dark side.” He tried to pass off her comment lightly. Buffy tilted her head and raised an eyebrow to show her disbelief. “You like her, Xander. I mean really like who she is now and not just her ass. If you survive this and if you’re actually over Anya and if Faith lives, you should ask her out. I think she’d say yes.” Buffy suggested and he gave her a “yeah right” look. “That’s a lot of ifs.” He noted and she nodded.
“Would you be disappointed if I didn’t go upstairs with you?” she asked him feeling strangely odd and hurt that he might not. “I didn’t say that. Faith was right, I remember that first day at Sunnydale High when I saw you for the first time, but I don’t want you to do something you don’t want to. I know how much of that you’ve had to endure as The Slayer.” He answered. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to either, that’s not it… What if we survive? We’ve bucked the odds before. Who’s to say we won’t this time.” She voiced her concern. “Awkward, true, but we’re all adults here. I know we’ve been through a lot, but these are some pretty big odds, Buff and what if we, any or all don’t make it? I’ll be honest. The idea of sex with you has cropped up once or twice, okay several hundred times, in the nearly seven years I’ve known you… And, I’ve never had any real hope, but I’ve always wondered… So, I might be a little biased, but maybe you should allow yourself this. I know you’ve sacrificed a lot being The Slayer, and maybe this isn’t the most normal of experiences, but I do think it would be one you would regret if you did make it through today. Besides, Faith’s really something in the sack.” He countered before giving her a hopeful, patient look that asked her what she wanted to do without pressure.
She was nervous, but she could see his point of view and, especially when he was still with Anya who had been less than discreet about their sex lives, she’d secretly wondered about Xander too. The fact that Faith was also involved made it that little bit stranger, but also titillated her. The dark haired Slayer intimidated her in this arena. She knew that Faith was way more experienced than she and she was the only one in the group that hadn’t seen the other naked. She suddenly laughed to herself, a short bark of mirth in her mind as she compared the dilemma she was having now to the enormity of the task that lay ahead as she prepared to enter the Hell mouth and confront The First on its home ground. She wasn’t sure if he meant it that way, but he was right, even if they did survive, they wouldn’t be the same people. They had by silent consent agreed that this would be what it was: A satiation of body and curiosities that could take care of a few regrets any of the three of them might have in these last few hours before they went off to save or at worst damn the world. “No, don’t do that.” She told him before taking his hand and letting him lead her up the stairs.
Faith found the master bedroom with its welcome surprise of a king size bed in the third room she stuck her head into. The run had been exhilarating and the cool morning air had felt good against her skin. She sat on the foot of the bed facing the door in the most seductive pose she could think of. She held it for a minute or two and then felt foolish and simply sprawled back onto the bed. She still hated waiting. She could hear Xander’s and Buffy’s hushed voices down stairs sounding somehow very far away in the silent house, but not what they were saying and suddenly she felt the unfamiliar feeling of nervous butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She sat up and took a deep breath. She’d been the one who kissed Buffy, sure it had been on impulse and she really didn’t think it would lead to this. She’d been the one who had encouraged the blonde Slayer to include Xander and take it to the next level. She’d been brazen enough to strip off her top, to start the inevitable, yet, now she was starting to think this might be a big mistake.
She had lived on instinct and impulse for so long and things had not gone well and here she was doing it again, but both Buffy and Xander seemed amicable to the arrangement. Having a go with Buffy was novel and unique, but having another go round with Xander, now that was something she had dreamed about. She had fond memories of him along with the not so good one of trying to kill him. She hadn’t been lying when she said that he had matured well in all respects. She was surprised to hear about him and Anya it was a pity that she hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk to or spend time with him with everything that was going on and then he’d gone and lost his eye too. “Coulda, woulda, shoulda.” She whispered in melancholy singsong into the quiet.
The idea was certainly titillating, thrilling even, but the reality suddenly seemed very daunting. These were people who knew her, the woman she was before and hopefully, the woman she was now. “Was this right for who she was trying so hard to be?” she wondered, the cruel beast of self-doubt that she had come to know way too well in the last two years gnawed at her confidence. To, distract herself; she picked up a photo off the nightstand. It was of the family who had lived there. It looked like a barbeque in the backyard she had just so recently run through, a happy, smiling couple with a pair of laughing fair-haired kids. Not too long ago she would have laughed in scorned, but now it didn’t seem like such a bad way to spend a life. With someone to share it with and some dark-haired kids running around to complete the picture. She closed her eyes and let a fingertip slowly trace the slightly raised scar that ran across her lower abdomen. Slayers didn’t usually scar, but her powers did seem to have a sense of irony. They’d healed her, but they had left her with the scar and had only healed what was necessary. She hadn’t had a period since she’d awakened from her coma. The life in that photograph would never be for her and suddenly that acknowledgement hurt. “Luckily, her life wouldn’t be that long anyway.” She thought as she carefully put the photo back on the night stand.
Faith opened her eyes as she heard Xander and Buffy enter the room and blinked but couldn’t understand why they remained out of focus. She was further confused by the concern in both their voices when they called her name. She blinked again and was shocked to feel the warm trail of a tear roll down her cheek. Xander reached her first and the touch of his hands on her shoulders as he crouched down in front of her was wonderfully warm. “What’s wrong, Faith?” he asked, looking into her eyes and she could see Buffy standing just behind him, looking concerned and uncomfortable. She sniffed and then dashed her tears away with the back of her hand. “Nothing… Nothing at all.” She told him, slowly shaking her head, her voice sounding furry and strange to her ears. There was one thing that had always made her feel better, even if it was temporary and she forced herself to smile as willed her words to be true before she cupped his cheeks in her hands and pulled his lips to her.
Her name was a muffled protest against her lips, but she ignored him, kissing harder and pulling him onto the bed and on top of her. He continued to resist for a little while longer and then he was kissing her back. She could feel his hard, hot manhood pulsing through the denim of his jeans and the leather of her pants. His hands slid over the bare skin of her torso and lower back and she couldn’t stop herself undulating against him. She wanted to surrender to her need, let some of the old Faith free, let herself have what she wanted, but she also wanted more than that. There were other people to consider, other needs to be satisfied. She rolled them to exchange their positions, before breaking the kiss and rolling off him to face Buffy where she still stood. “Buffy.” She invited simply, holding out her hand to the other Slayer.
Buffy was stunned by the vulnerable and pained glimpse of Faith she had seen, the single, glittering tear a poignant exclamation mark to her misery and she felt her breath catch at the rawness of the emotion. She also watched as Faith mustered a wan smile before the pain faded away as she pulled Xander’s lips to hers. Buffy felt her cheeks heat feeling both embarrassed and awkward at what she had witnessed and what she found herself unable to turn away from as Xander and Faith kissed passionately and moved onto the bed. She felt like she should leave, but her feet wouldn’t obey and then Faith rolled away from Xander and with the soft utterance of her name, extended her hand to invite Buffy to join them. Xander’s head appeared over the dark-haired Slayers creamy shoulder which he kissed and then looked at her with the same, mute invitation.
Buffy licked her lips nervously for a moment, feeling her heart start to race with a burst of adrenaline and was dismayed at how similar it felt to when she was going into a fight. Faith kept her hand extended and swallowed a soft moan as Xander kissed her shoulder and then nuzzled at her neck seeming more confident that Buffy would join them that she was. The blonde Slayer nodded slowly and then reached for the hem of her top and drew it up and off over her head before letting it drop to the floor. Faith couldn’t see Xander’s reaction, but she felt it as his dick lurched against the back of her thigh. She reached up and back and lightly patted his cheek. “X, you’re overdressed. Why don’t you stop staring? We can both agree that Buffy has nice breasts, but they aren’t going away anytime soon. Now get rid of this and the rest of your clothes while me and Buffy get comfortable and better acquainted.” Faith suggested, tugging at the front of his t-shirt while Buffy kicked off her shoes and slid onto the bed in only her jeans.
Xander reached around under her arm and tweaked Faith’s stiff, skyward-pointing nipple and nipped at her earlobe, drawing a hiss and smile from her. “Yes, Ma’am.” he whispered against the shell of her ear before he slid away from her and gave her and Buffy the run of the bed while he undressed. He found the simple task of removing his clothes harder than he had thought possible as ninety percent of his attention kept returning to the fantastical sight of the two Slayers on the bed as they started to kiss slowly and sensuously while their hands roamed with gentle caresses and they made soft feminine sounds of delight. He couldn’t quite bring himself to pull his t-shirt over his head and rob him of that sight for even a brief moment.
Buffy’s hesitance spiked and then started fading away as she settled on the bed and Faith’s hand curved over her hip and pulled her close, but the nervous energy remained. “Kiss me.” Buffy demanded in a hoarse whisper as she found herself looking into Faith’s dark eyes, who then eagerly complied. If possible it felt even better than before. The heat and passion didn’t build this time, it exploded as their lips slid sinuously together and their tongues tangoed causing her to moan softly as her arousal flared. Faith’s skin was warm silk against hers and under her hand as she explored the other Slayers arms, back and torso staying away from any overtly erogenous areas, unsure just how far or fast to go, her body and mind still in disagreement. Faith’s fingers left tingling trails along her heated skin, sending shivers rippling along her spine and through her flexing sex. It was Faith who took Buffy’s hand and molded it to her breast.
Buffy could feel the other Slayers strong heart beat under her palm along with the taut nub of her nipple as she instinctively fondled the firm, warm globe and finally let the needs of her body take the lead. The petite blonde closed her eyes and luxuriated in the delight and novelty of intimately touching another woman as well as being touched by one. She nipped and sucked at the skin along the smooth column of Faith’s neck and dipped her tongue into the hollow at the base of her throat. Faith’s hand found hers and their fingers twined together for a few moments before continuing their exploration of each other. She surrendered even further to Faith’s more aggressive nature and experiences, letting her take the lead, rolling from her side to her back and stretching out while the other Slayer’s lips moved from hers and down along her skin in warm, moist blooms. Buffy drew in a sharp breath and failed to contain a heavy groan behind her teeth as they dug into her lower lip while a shudder ran through her when Faith’s hand cupped her crotch and her lips found the stiff, tingling tube of her nipple and sucked. Buffy was torn between undulating against the pressure and friction of Faith’s wriggling, rubbing hand and the wet, warm suction of her mouth that sent pulsing surges of sensation arching into her chest.
Faith enjoyed the pleasure as well as the strange mixture of surrender and control being with Buffy afforded her. She let go of the thoughts that pained her and reveled in the sensations of warm, soft feminine skin against hers and the delicious taste of Buffy’s lips. It also revved her motor to feel Xander’s gaze on them and knowing that he would join them. She could feel the heat from Buffy’s sex pulsing against her hand as she rubbed the blonde through the rough denim of her jeans and could also feel just a hint of dampness. She breathed in deeply, savoring the spicy scent of arousal that wafted off Buffy. She smiled against the blonde’s skin, her pants feeling hot and itchy against her skin; her panties clinging damply to her swollen folds as she ground against Buffy’s thigh and her sex wrung out another fresh torrent of slippery grease as her center, flexed and twisted with her growing desire. Buffy’s fingers combed slowly and rhythmically through her hair and up and down her back while her other hand fondled her leather-clad behind and thigh. The caress was both soothing and arousing. She blindly undid the fastenings on Buffy’s pants and let her fingers dig under the waistband of her panties.
Buffy was lost in sensation, her hands, lips and body moving of their own accord and then her body tensed under the electric shock of Faith’s fingers worming into her panties and finding her intimate flesh directly. She bucked against the touch, her eyes going from shut to straining wide open as wildfire sparks of delight arched into her core and skittered across her nerves. Her fingers tensed, sliding along the leather of Faith’s pants until she found purchase on the firm flesh it encased. Her soft cry dissolved into rapid, shallow pants as Faith started exploring her, making her clit buzz and her dewy folds tingle. Faith’s teeth scraped along her skin and then worried lightly at her taut nipple making the sensation skip between pleasurable and painful and back again. “God help me, but that feels good.” The thought skittered across her consciousness as the sweet tension and roiling energy kept building in her loins. She writhed against Faith’s skillful ministrations and tried to reciprocate with nipping kisses of her own.
Xander was down to his boxers, his dick pulsing to the beat of his heart, a twitching tent pole, but he couldn’t bring himself to join them yet. He didn’t want to intrude watching the two beautiful women clutching at and undulating against each other. It was intimate, but also so damn hot he didn’t want them to stop. He watched as Buffy bucked off the bed with a cry and then relaxed back down to it, panting as Faith worked her hand into the blonde Slayers pants. His dick lurched in response. Faith lifted her head and turned to look at him, licking her kiss-swollen lips. “What are you waiting for, X? Be a dear and get my boots before you join us.” Faith told him, her eyes smoldering with need, her voice sweet seductive syrup that he licked his lips as if he could taste it. He shucked off his boxers and watched Faith’s eyes light up even further and he couldn’t help but grin. “Oh you gotta see this, B.” She encouraged Buffy excitedly as she took her hand out her pants.
He watched as the dark-haired Slayer casually stuck her glistening fingers into her mouth and sucked them clean with a wet sound of relish. He felt a flush that was part embarrassment and part pride at being put on display “Xander?” Buffy whispered his name after making a sound of disappointment at the loss of Faith’s probing fingers. “Oh yeah, Buffy, like you’ve never seen him before.” Faith continued while Buffy blinked and tried to gather her arousal-befuddled wits. Somehow she’d almost managed to forget that they had an audience and who that audience was.
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