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Yippee Kai Yay	By : SpecialFX Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Faith/Xander Views: 2974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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TITLE: Yippee Kai Yay
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.
SYNOPSIS: Faith and Xander have been separated for a few weeks on Slayer business and Faith and they show each other exactly how much they missed each other.
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 felt a little foolish in the get up she was in, but also thrillingly excited. She had been in Texas for the last four weeks and Xander had been in New York. It was the longest they been apart since Sunnydale had become a crater. The longest four weeks of her life. She hadn’t thought it would be as difficult as she found it. It appeared that she really did like having a boyfriend; actually she just liked having Xander and the way he looked at her and made her feel. They talked every day, often more than once a day, but she realized she absolutely hated sleeping alone. It had been unavoidable; they just didn’t have enough experienced people, yet. It was getting there, but most of the Slayers were just too new, untested and the vampires and daemons seemed to be growing in numbers and cunning to match the new force for good the Slayers represented.
She had rushed to get home to the Hyperion to greet him with her surprise. She’d taken an earlier flight than planned, as far as Xander knew she’d only be getting in the day after he did. She looked at herself in the mirror and for the umpteenth time wondered if she should just scrap the whole idea. She wore a black, leather bustier, cut low and laced up the front to reveal her cleavage while leaving her midriff bare and a pair of black lace panties, both items that Xander had seen before, but it was the added ten gallon hat, swade waist coat with its fringe of tassels and matching chaps along with cowboy boots that transformed her into a playboy cowgirl. She’d tried the gloves she’d bought as well, but had discarded them. She adjusted the black Stetson on her head one more time, tilting it slightly up. It was a little big for her, but she hadn’t got it for herself. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand. His plane had landed twenty minutes ago. “He’ll be here soon.” She thought to quell the nervous energy growing inside her...
She felt a little thrill of anticipation and excitement at the thought. She grabbed a high backed chair and placed it just outside their bedroom door, facing the door to their suite. She considered the gloves one last time and then put them out of her mind and settled onto the chair. Waiting… She hated that almost more than sleeping alone. The door opened and she slowly spread her legs. “Howdy part… Oh crap!” she exclaimed, snapping her legs back together and holding the waistcoat closed as Willow stood frozen in the doorway. The red haired witch raised an eyebrow slightly, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Nice, very nice, but I take it; it’s not for my benefit... or is it?” Willow commented playfully with a suggestive leer and Faith felt her cheeks heat as she blushed. Willow laughed softly.
“Oh, relax, Faith. Xander’ll love it, but his plane was delayed and he’ll only be here in about fifteen maybe twenty minutes. He just called.” She informed the dark haired Slayer. “You think?” Faith asked with a sheepishly smile. “Yes, he called from the airport.” Willow replied. “No… not about that, about…” Faith clarified gesturing to indicate her get up. “Oh trust me, the rest of us might want to go out or invest in a good pair of headphones and loud music after he sees you in that. You guys can be pretty loud. Try not to break the bed… again. It’s a real bitch to get a new one delivered.” Willow ribbed with a grin. “Hey, we only did that once and it was a pretty old bed.” Faith countered indignantly and Willow chuckled. “You didn’t tell him I was back already, did you?” Faith queried worriedly. Willow shook her head and Faith sighed in relief. “Well, you two have fun, now, ya hear.” The red head told her, drawling the last phrase and then waved with another chuckle just before she shut the door.
Faith let out a slow breath, feeling the heat on her cheeks fade and settle elsewhere. After, a moments consideration, she got up and locked the door. He had keys and she didn’t need anyone else accidentally seeing her dressed like this besides him. She waited, fidgeting and playing with the tassels on the waistcoat. She shifted restlessly on her seat as the anticipation of his arrival grew and transformed into more pronounced nervous, twitchy arousal. Her nipples pressed a little uncomfortably against the hard restraining cups of the bustier as they stiffened and grew and she adjusted them several times for comfort. Her sex flexed and clenched, tight flesh rubbing against itself on a layer of her sex grease, which she felt hot and copiously trickling onto her folds and soaking into the crotch of her panties. The tassels tickled her sensitized skin, which felt hot despite the cool air in the room and her relative lack of clothing. And, still she waited.
The door handle being tried followed by the rattle of keys from the other side of the door didn’t make sense for a moment as she had sort of retreated into her thoughts as a way of dealing with the inactivity of waiting and she thought it was her imagination, but after a few moments, the door opened. The stunned look on his face was worth everything as she slowly spread her legs and leaned back, trying to look casual and alluring. “Howdy, Partner.” She greeted him in a heavy, breathy Texan drawl, tipping her hat to him. “Oh my.” he whispered, his bag hitting the floor with a thud along with his jaw as his eyes slid over her. Faith smiled as she noted his other reaction starting to tent the front of his jeans. She got to her feet slowly and sauntered over to him. She reached passed him and pushed the door shut, the handle slipping out of his limp hand. The soft sound of the door closing and the click of the lock engaging seemed to shake him out of his frozen surprise or it could have simply have been her closeness, but suddenly his arms were around her and he was kissing her with blazing passion.
Xander’s lips were warm and soft, but hungry and insistent. It had been too long since she had felt them. She kissed him back with equal fervor, eagerly pressing against him, her arms curling around his neck as his arms wrapped around her to pull her hard against him. They groaned into each others mouths with delight as her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples tingling and buzzing while she ground against the heat of the thick and growing bulge at the front of his jeans feeling it throb and twitch with excited life. His large, strong hands cupped her ass and squeeze them firmly while one of hers massaged the nape of his neck and the other clutched at his broad back. They broke their initial kiss in a series of shorter ones interspersed with nips and licking, lapping tongues.
“God, I missed you.” He told her on a husky growl, his breath tickling her lips as his hovered over them, a thrilling sensation over the tingle left by the hungry force of his kiss. She licked her lips, chasing that sensation and the taste of him as she smiled. “I missed you too.” She responded with a happy little laugh. He kissed her again and she melted against him, let him bow her back over his arm as he thoroughly ravished her mouth. They were both breathing hard when he relented, but still she followed his lips, reluctant to let the kiss go. She felt his lips bow into a smile just before they straightened and broke the contact.
Faith sighed as she leaned into him in a strange mixture of tense anticipation and relaxed satisfaction to have him there. He looked down at her with adoration as well as unmistakable desire and she loved it. It made her skin heat and prickle while her sex clenched to expel a fresh coat of hot, slippery grease. She turned them and pushed him back until the backs of his legs found the chair and he sat down. She straddled his legs and slid onto his lap, squirming against the hard, hot bulge of his throbbing erection. “Texas seems to agree with you.” He noted with an appreciative smirk. “It’s fun to visit, but this is where I want to stay.” She responded, pressing herself tightly against him. They kissed again as she ground herself against him. He grabbed and fondled her ass as she reached up and lifted the Stetson off her head, turned it and put it on his head.
“This is actually for you.” She told him as she tilted it at a jaunty angle. “Why… Thank you, Mam, but I think I have everything I need right here.” He told her before pulling her even tighter against him and recapturing her lips with a fierce kiss. She moaned softly into his mouth as she felt him throbbing against her through his jeans. Faith desperately wanted him inside her and she reached down between them and awkwardly started to work at his belt while tilting her neck to the side, giving access to her neck which he nipped and sucked at. She managed to undo his belt, but the button to his jeans put up a harder fight, which wasn’t helped by the fact that she couldn’t stop rocking and circling her hips to grind against him.
His lips and tongue explored lower, leaving hot oval blooms and wet, slithering trails on her skin, and still the stubborn button would not budge. Faith growled in frustration and took her eyes off him to focus on her hands. He took the opportunity to pull his t-shirt up and off over his head and toss it aside. Being able to see what she was doing didn’t seem to help and her growl was a little more feral before there was a satisfying rip of denim as she changed tack and simply used her strength instead of trying for dexterity. “Hey, I liked these jeans.” He indignantly admonished her, but it didn’t stop his teeth from lightly scraping along the upper curve of her breast before his lips sucked at the skin he had made tingle. “Trust me; I’ll make it up to you.” She promised as she yanked down his zipper and let her hand worm into his boxers to wrap around his hot, hard erection. His lips vibrated against her skin as he groaned and she moaned in response.
His pants and boxers were trapped between his ass and the chair, and the angle was awkward, so she started to shift back on his thighs. His growl was feral as he grabbed her hips and she was surprised by the easy with which he lifted her and stood at the same time. The hat she’d brought him went tumbling to the floor as she curled her legs around him while he carried her toward their bedroom. They didn’t quite make it, as he pressed her hard up against the doorframe, he head buried between her breasts, his breath hot in her cleavage, his tongue wet. She squirmed against him as he bucked and ground against her with need that matched hers.
He pushed aside her waistcoat before he reached for and roughly pulled down one of the cups of her bustier to expose her taut nipple. His head lowered again and lightning bolts of delicious sensation arched into her chest from his sucking lips, swirling tongue and nipping teeth. She bit her lip and whined, her head thrashing slightly from side to side, the wood of the door frame pressing against her scalp as her spine twitched and curved in response. She relaxed slightly and then tensed again as he shifted to her other turgid peak. It took a lot of control for her to find the co-ordination to shift her legs enough to reach down and around to push his jeans down off his hips. She still needed his help to get his dick free of his boxers.
Xander’s fingers grabbed at the waistband of her panties, but they were pinned against the doorframe behind her. He tugged, but they wouldn’t budge. She tried to push away from the doorframe, but he just bucked forward in response, both of then groaning with delight at the contact. “Pull ‘em aside or just rip ‘em off me, X. Now!” she half-pleaded, half-demanded her need now her only concern. The lace bit into her skin for a moment, the crotch digging in amongst her slick, swollen folds. She grunted and then the material gave way with a rasping rip and he tossed the scrap of ruined undergarment aside. She shifted higher and he shifted forward, his pointed dick head sliding through her folds until he found her entrance.
Her core pulsed and squeezed out a fresh load of lubricating cream into her already flooded channel and she felt it leak out of her onto him. Xander relaxed his hold on her hips and she relaxed her legs and let gravity do its job. Faith’s head pressed hard against the wood of the door frame while she sucked in a sharp breath and then let it out slow, her eyelids fluttering as he filled and stretched her. He parted her slick, but resistant flesh by slow degrees, his thick, hard, hot shaft lancing a delicious trail of tingling friction. He groaned, his lips vibrating against the skin on her chest as she clenched around him, but he continued to drive into her.
She locked her ankles again when he found her core and they were one. They both circled their hips to slowly settle themselves and find their balance. She smiled down at him and he answered her smile as he lifted his head. The simple act of breathing shifted his cock inside her and she could feel the beat of his heart translated to a virile pulse against her snug channel. His lips found hers and they kissed slowly while they undulated against each other. Her belly quivered with the electric energy that radiated from the stimulation of his manhood stirring her molten core and its base grinding on her buzzing clit. Their connection was both highly sexual and at the same time wonderfully intimate. She nuzzled at his neck, letting his masculine scent envelope her. She took a deep shuddering breath and moaned against his skin as her nipples dragged along his chest and the constraining cups of her bustier adding to building sensation inside her when they both started moving with more purpose.
“Don’t you dare leave me for that long again.” Faith admonished him as their range of motion increased and they found a steady rhythm. He literally took her breath away as she was soon panting with the effort of matching his thrusting hips and managing the wild, delightful bursts of pleasure that his driving shaft created in her. His breath was hot on her already blazing skin and his words as he told her how much he wanted her, missed her and loved her stoked the furnace inside her even further. She tried to answer him, but her words spilled from her half-formed to become moans, gasps and whines of pleasure instead.
The chaps shifted on her legs in strange ways and the tassels on her waistcoat whispered occasionally along her skin, adding another caress, to the myriad she was already experiencing both inside and out. Faith didn’t know where she got the strength or the co-ordination, but she managed to push herself and him away from the door frame. There was a wild, flailing moment of clutching at each other as Xander scrambled to catch his balance as his jeans caught around his legs, but he managed. They both grunted as the backs of his legs found the foot of the bed and he fell back onto it. The impact drove him into her hard, mixing pleasure and pain and she groaned even as she splayed her fingers on his heaving chest to push herself into a sitting position and flipped her hair out of her face.
His hands grasped her hips, squeezing and kneading giving her some support as she circled and rolled her hips while giving him the leverage needed to thrust up into her as well. His hands found their way under the waistcoat and she shrugged to help him push it off her. She regretted the bustier just a little. There was no easy way to take it off and the stiff lingerie chafed her sweaty skin while forming an unwelcome barrier between them. “This is turning out to be a bad day for my lingerie draw.” She admitted to herself. She liked the sexy undergarment, but she liked his touch on her breasts even more. Sometimes it was good to be a Slayer. She managed to work her fingers in amongst the laces that held the garment in place and tore it apart.
“God damn! You’re hot.” He growled and she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. She took hold of his hands and slid them up along her body to mold them around her breasts. Her head dropped back and her teeth pressed into her full lower lip as she moaned and pushed her breasts into his flexing fingers and circling palms. The stimulation of her nipples sent delicious waves of sensation into her chest, his dick inside her completing the circuit to light up her nerves. They moved together, hips rolling and bucking, more of a grind and stir, both of them wordlessly making the agreement that preferred the constant buzz of pleasure to the sharp shock blasts of delight from a pounding ride.
Xander wrapped his arms around her and pulled himself up into a sitting position with a grunt of effort. He kept one arm curled warmly around her while his other hand slid up her back, his finger eventually worming into her hair to guide her lips to his. She kissed him back hungrily, but all too soon she needed her mouth for breathing. She panted as his lips and swirling tongue made its way down her throat and chest to find the swell of her breasts. She was rocking and rolling her hips, undulating on his thick, long, hard shaft, it’s girth and length touching all the right places inside her while her clit sizzled and blossomed with fireworks in response to the constant stimulation of being mashed against the base of his manhood.
She could feel the pulse of her growing climax speed up, the sweet, delectable tension building to tax the limits of her restraint. His lips found one of her nipples, His teeth nipped at the hard, sensitive nub sending little jolts into her chest as he drew it deeper into his mouth before sucking, at her heated flesh. His tongued swirled around and rolled her nipple while his lips applied hot, liquid pressure. His teeth occasionally scraped along her skin to add another nuance of sensation. His fingers flexed and massaged her shifting muscles
Faith could feel his need quicken, the throb beating the velvet steel of his cock against the snug confines of her sheath. His lips vibrated against her skin as he groaned and grunted with strain. He was as close as she, but neither of them wanted to make the sacrifice of surrender, each holding back and holding on just enough to keep going. His fingers clutched at her shoulder and hip as hers did to the firm muscles along his back. Her pants became little mewling cries and strained moans as the sensation started to overwhelm her tenuous control. It had been too long and it felt too good. She whined his name, not sure if she meant to encourage him to keep going or to simply let go.
Every nerve was alive, every inch of her excited by him and she felt herself start to shake with the effort of keeping that wonderful energy and the emotion that engendered it for tearing free of her core. Faith felt his hand in her hair again as his mouth stopped its journey from one of her nipples to the other. His fingers tangled into her wild mane of dark curls and he pulled slightly. The sensation made her lift her head and open eyes she didn’t remember closing. She blinked once before looking into his dark, welcoming, loving eyes. “Come for me, Faith.” He requested of her, the hot breath carrying his words tickling her wet, swollen lips.
She gasped as he thrust up and his arm around her and the hand on her hip pulled her down on to him and held her there and she was both unwilling and unable to deny him. Her climax burst from her in a wild maelstrom of pure bliss, the electric energy of which locked her muscles and made her quiver as already stretched nerves strained to conduct the powerful surge. A wail was driven from her as the sensation made her heart skip a beat and she found herself in that amazing moment where she couldn’t breathe and the world narrowed to just him and her. She heard Xander grunt and then growl as her sex twisted its already tight grip along its length and then another cry broke from her lips as he bucked and she felt his seed add to the torrent of liquid heat pouring from her.
She let out an explosive breath as his sex expanded against hers and she rippled around him in response. She shuddered as her muscles misfired, tensing and relaxing in rapid succession. She blinked when sweat stung her eyes while little rivulets of perspiration trickled down along over-sensitized skin. She clung to him, her cheek finding the broad pillow of his shoulder, her teeth and lips the side of his neck as her orgasm ravaged her and she enjoyed its wicked ebb and flow.
She could feel his heart pounding in his chest against her crushed breasts as shudders run through him as well. Their sweat mingled where they were tightly pressed together and they seemed to float in their perfect moment of bliss forever. But, the wild energy that propelled it finally waned, having drained them both. The tension left her body leaving calm satisfaction only slightly marred by a few erratic ripples of delight that still radiated through her to jangle already overloaded nerves.
Xander fell back onto the bed and she went with him, both of them groaning as the impact shifted him inside her with another sudden lightning strike charge of sensation. She couldn’t quite stop her hips from rocking despite the fact that it made the sensation of him inside her skip back and forth over the line between pleasure and pain. She could hear him panting in her ear and feel him jerk in response which made her involuntarily respond again. She made to roll off him, to reluctantly break the cycle, but his arms curled around her to lock her in place.
“Don’t you dare go anywhere.” He demanded in a breathy growl against her ear before kissing it. She just gave in to the spreading lassitude that exertion and satisfaction created as she kissed the side of his neck. She liked the feel of his rising chest pressing up into her as it became slow and steady, along with his heartbeat. His dick shrank out of her and they both shifted slightly in response and compensation. The chaps felt strange on her sweaty, but cooling skin, the tassels tickling and she would have liked to get them off, but there were buckles and fasteners to contend with which she couldn’t reach, much less undo them. So, she simply sighed softly, tucked her head under his chin and got as comfortable as she could, which she found was really, really comfortable.
They stayed like that silent and still and she felt her eyes grow heavy, the lethargy left by the passing storm of her orgasm driving her towards slumber. She knew he couldn’t be as comfortable as she was with her full weight resting on top of him. “Want me to get off?” she asked although she was more than content to stay exactly where she was. “What? You didn’t already? Then what the hell was all that?” he asked in true Xander fashion and she couldn’t contain the laughter that bubbled up at his jest. “I missed hearing that almost as much as what we just did, almost.” He admitted, sincerity resonating in his voice even as he finished his admission with humor and she smiled against his skin. She nipped lightly at his skin. “You know what I meant, Mister Comedian.” She admonished him and his chest rumbled as he chuckled too.
“You stay right where you are, Young Lady. You ain’t heavy, you’re my lover.” He sing-songed and her smile broadened. “You’re such a goof.” She stated affectionately. “And, that’s why you love me.” He countered and she shrugged. His fingers walked across her back so that he held her tighter, but his hug became a tickle as his fingers found her ribs. She giggled and wriggled against his hold until his tickling fingers abruptly stopped and he groaned as she felt his spent member twitch in an attempt to stir against the inside of her thigh. “That one kinda backfired on you there, X? Didn’t it?” she taunted, but then relented: “Okay, I’ll give you that, it is one of the reasons I love you.” She admitted.
“If you weren’t so hot when I got here and I’d had more than four hours sleep in the last day or so, I’d show you just how much that means to me.” He told with a disappointed sigh. He couldn’t see her grin. “Oh, trust me, you’re gonna show me in the morning, Xander and again after breakfast and then again before lunch if I have my way. We have four weeks to catch up on after all. And, then we’ll go get you a new pair of jeans and if you’re very, very good, I’ll take you along to choose the replacements for my underthings we just ruined.” She promised him, slowly shifting her leg to rub her inner thigh against his limp penis.
He groaned and his chest rose under her as he took a deep breath. “Damn…” he drew out the word as he exhaled. “You drive a hard bargain, Little Lady, but you’re on.” He drawled, returning to the theme she had originally created before kissing the top of her head. “And, Faith, when we get back from shopping I’m going to show you again as many times as humanly possible. He promised in return, his voice low and serious and she felt a shiver of anticipation go through her. “Well, yippee kai yay.” She whispered as they again relaxed into silence and after a while, sleep.
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