AUTHORS: dru as Faith & Evil Willow as
Xander (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Mile High Club
PAIRING : Faith/Xander
RATING : NC17 (highly smutty
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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Shit.
I turn
around and head back to the seat. I get there and lean across to the window
right in front of his face, my breasts just an inch from his mouth. I grab my
bag, "Excuse me." I say as I linger in front of him for a minute.
"Um..." I say
intelligently. I can't help noticing she smells really good. Not to mention
that she looks... Okay, this is ridiculous. It's not like I haven't seen a
pretty girl before. I can handle another two hours of this without going all
typical drooling male.
I think.
She
smiles at me as she straightens up. Not a 'laughing at me' smile, still, so
that's good. Then the plane picks that moment to hit a stray air current,
knocking Faith off-balance. And into my lap. And isn't *that* embarrassing!
"UF!" I find myself
in his lap. And it takes me a second to realize that he's... *still* very hard.
And throbbing under my ass.
So, I do what any
self-respecting woman ho hasn't had sex with anyone in years would do.
I squirm.
"Uf? ... Fai...
uhhhh..." That's not what I meant to say, but that's all my brain manages
to send to my mouth. Like I said, I'm real brilliant when I'm turned on.
And if
there weren't people all around us, I'd probably do something stupid like kiss
her. And even so, it's really hard to resist that urge. Especially when she's
rubbing against my erection, nearly making me *forget* that we're in a public
place.
He's trying to make this
situation better for him, trying to work through it in his head. Like he did
when I came onto him all those years ago. The more things change, the more they
stay the same. So I lean down and tentatively touch his lips with mine. Just
barely grazing them, to see what he does.
Oh, fuck it. I *am* only human.
And very turned on.
So I grab her head, pulling her
closer and kissing her back. She doesn't resist, but bites at my lower lip,
making me groan. That gives her the opportunity to push her tongue into my
mouth, and I suck on it hungrily. She tastes really good. And I can *not*
believe I'm actually doing this!
But I don't really want to stop,
either. Her hand wanders down between us and strokes my cock, through my pants.
Oh, shit. It's been too long since I've even kissed someone. Way too long.
She
whimpers into my mouth and I realize that my hands are squeezing her breasts,
gently. And then it occurs to me we're providing a really good show for the
rest of the passengers. I pull away, reluctantly, moving my hands to her hips.
In response her questioning expression, I point over at the flight attendant,
who's looking pretty irritated with us at the moment.
Oh.
"Sorry." I say
quietly as I stand up quickly. I really *do* have to pee. And perhaps he's
rethinking this entire thing. He's under no obligation to even think of me that
way because why would he?
So I
turn and head back to the bathroom. I need to cool off and get control of
myself.
Shit. I didn't want her to think
*I* didn't want... Because I did. But... it's still probably a mistake, anyway.
So maybe
I should just let her think... No. I can't do that. She's apparently had enough
of guys treating her like shit. I won't add that to my list of things to hate
about myself.
Whatever.
I open the door to the bathroom
and am *so* relieved to finally pee.
Of course, I can feel how wet
I've become in the little time that I've been near him... thinking about him.
This is gonna be a problem.
Okay. I can't just stay in here
the entire trip... *so* I'll go back to my seat and in another half an hour,
come back here and relieve myself.
Not like I ain't never finger
fucked myself.
Although I've never on a
plane... but there's a first time for everything.
I
slowly walk back to the seat after having washed my hands.
I look up at her as she returns
but she avoids my eyes. "Hey, Faith. It wasn't that I didn't... I mean,
because I *did*..." And you'd think I was still eighteen, by the way I'm
babbling, here. Argh.
But
maybe *she's* the one who regrets what just happened. "I'm not sorry I
kissed you, because you're just about the most beautiful woman I've ever known.
But I am sorry if you thought I didn't want... or if *you're* wishing we
hadn't, because I didn't mean to..." Damn it, I'm an idiot. "Excuse
me, while I just go jump out of the plane, now," I mumble as *I* get up. I
need some air. Yeah, airplane-recycled air. *That'll* clear my head.
Words
were never really his forte, were they?
I make my way back to the
bathroom and stand there looking at myself in the mirror for a minute. It's
funny. I thought I'd changed, grown up, but I'm still tongue-tied when it comes
to women.
And now that I've made a
complete jerk of myself, I don't know how to go back there for another two
hours. Because I'm also still a coward, preferring to just leave when things
get uncomfortable. But I can't go anywhere, unless I plan to follow through on
my threat to jump. Which I don't.
So I
guess I'm just going to have to suck it up and be a man. What a concept. I
splash some cold water on my face, and try to get my apology more coherent in
my head.
Okay. He's bad with speaking
words. I'm bad at hearing them and *not* taking them the wrong way. So...
there's only one thing left to do.
I suck
it up and stand. I walk back to the bathroom I saw him go into and knock on the
door.
"Yeah.
Sorry, I'm coming out now." I call to whoever needs the restroom. I open
the door and to my surprise, Faith is standing there. "Oh. Hi," I say
with a little smile.
I don't talk. I don't do
anything.
Except
push him back into the bathroom and make sure the door is closed before my lips
are on his again.
Oh. Here it was, the perfect
place to be alone, but I didn't even think of it. Oh, well. At least one of us
is inventive.
I
probably should stop this, but I can't remember why.
So I don't. I grab her hips,
pulling her closer. She grinds against me, and I groan into her mouth.
I
really want her, more than any ability to talk myself out of it. It's not
because I haven't had sex in six months, either. There's just something about
Faith. Something I *thought* I'd gotten out of my system, but I guess I didn't.
Oh god, he's feels so fucking
good against me. His tongue against mine. His erection aching beyond the
boundaries of our clothes...
Aching for *me*.
It feels so good. But... do I
trust him? Enough that he won't hurt me? And I won't hurt him? I don't know.
And I don't think I can take the risk. But I'm not sure I'm strong enough to
stop. I'll just kiss a little bit more... oh god... a little bit more.
Then I'll stop. A little more
and then I'll really stop.
Just a little bit and then...
oh fuck it.
But it's when I feel his hand
slide towards my breast, that I *do* pull away.
"Xander,"
I say, "Oh god," I kiss his cheek, "You feel so good.
But..."
She's right, of course. This isn't me, and I
guess it's not her anymore, either. "It's okay. I mean, I want you.
That's... obvious, I guess. But I don't want to rush you into something, if
you're not sure it's what you want."
"No."
I say. "It's not that... I want you. But, I can't promise you that I won't
hurt you. I mean, our track record is *not* the greatest." Then, I cast my
eyes down and quietly add, "And it's been so long since I... I'm beyond
nervous about this."
"Faith, I would say your
second concern is a non-issue. You had me just about ready to have sex with you
out there, in front of all those people, and again in here. But it's not that I
don't understand. I haven't been with
anyone in six months. And even then, I've had all of two girlfriends, one of
which I married. So it's not like I'm really all that confident, when it comes
to this, either.
"And as for what happened
between us, back in Sunnydale, that was a long time ago. And I can see, just
after talking to you a little, that you've changed. I guess it's still a
risk... But isn't it, anyway? Even if we had never had met before now... You
just never know." I shrug.
"I understand the
hesitation, though. Believe me, I've been running all the same kind of
objections through my mind since we first kissed. I'm in the process of a
divorce right now, remember, so I know about how bad things can get, when they
go wrong."
I sigh and run my hand through
my hair. "But I also know I'm really attracted to you, Faith. And I
haven't been interested in *anyone* since Anya left. And I think that means
that I'm ready to stop feeling sorry for myself about that, and move on. And I
don't know what this is, that's going on here, but we won't know until we take
a chance and try to figure it out. Right?" And I think there was a point
here, somewhere... I need to find it.
"Maybe
this attraction between us is just leading up to a one-time thing, and we'll
just move on afterwards. Maybe it's something else. I don't know. I guess what
I'm saying is that *I'm* willing to take the risk to find out, if you
are."
Wow. That was just... wow.
I think I actually have tears
starting. And I never cry.
I run
my finger over his lips before kissing him gently. "I think it's one risk
I'm definitely willing to take."
TBC
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