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!)
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characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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I
glance over at her in confusion. "Did I not say I didn't want this to be a
one-time thing?" I reply. "And I didn't just mean in the sense that I
want to have sex again. Even though I do. But I think we have the potential to
be friends, too." Maybe more... but I don't say that. "I'm not just
using you to get off, Faith. So yeah, I want you to hang out with me until you
have to leave L.A., but if you don't want to, I understand...."
"I want to." I say
quickly as I pull my hand away. "I just... this is hard for me. When I was
in jail, I got therapy cause I was found insane. And I worked through a lot of
my issues. I guess I sort of started to forgive myself, a little. But what I
did to you... not including what I did to your friends, but just to you... I
can't get rid of that pain inside. It hurts me every day."
I wipe
my eyes before I start crying because I really never meant to share that.
"Sorry, overshare. Just rewind tha-"
I lean in and silence her with a
kiss. If I didn't believe before that she was sorry before, I believe it now. I
pull away and say, "Faith, I was a jerk to throw that in your face
earlier, I just did it as a defensive reflex, I guess. But I do forgive you. Tell
you the truth, I forgave you a while ago.
"I
always felt like you deserved more help than we tried to give you, back then.
Everyone was so quick to jump on the 'protect Angel's soul' bandwagon, but
nobody seemed to give a shit about yours. I didn't think that made a lot of
sense. Even after what happened between us, I thought you needed us to help
you, not be your enemies. I just wish I'd been able to convince the others of
that fact."
"It
wasn't your fault. It was mine." I shrug. "But that's boring. Let's not
talk about that anymore." And then I'm searching my head for another topic
because I really don't believe that anyone can forgive me and I'd rather not
have *that* argument. "So, how did you get into construction?"
I know she's changing the
subject, but that's fine with me. We can take a break from the heavy stuff for
a while. "Well, Buffy and Willow went on to college, but that just didn't
seem possible for me. My parents decided they weren't going to 'waste anymore
of their money on an education when I wasn't worth it.' Yes, that's a direct
quote and no, I'm not bitter," I add with a wry smile.
"So
I spent a few months trying to find out if there was a job I was good at. I saw
an employment ad for a construction firm and I answered it. And I got the job,
and I found out it was something I could do well. It's hard work, but it's
worth it. I enjoy it."
"You
should start your own company." I suggest as I curl up next to him and
take his hand in mine.
"Me?
Run a business?" I say skeptically. Yeah, like that'll ever happen. I can
hear my parents and every teacher I've ever had laughing hysterically at that
proposition.
"Sure.
Why not? You obviously know what you're doing to do it for so long. And you
wouldn't still be doing it if you weren't any good. And people always need
stuff built... why not?"
"I
haven't exactly got the ... business knowledge..." Translation?
Intelligence. "... necessary to run a company. It's one thing to build
houses and other stuff. It's another thing, to balance the books and manage all
the guys, and keep up with all the job bids and ... Uh-uh. There's no way I
could do all *that*."
"Xander,"
I look him directly in the eye, "If *I* could go from psycho-killer to
someone you'd trust to be locked in a bathroom with, then *you* can do anything
you want. All it takes is someone who knows the business. Accountants,
managers... they can *all* be hired."
You know, I don't think Anya
ever showed this much confidence in me. Maybe that should've been a clue to me
that we weren't meant to be. "I..." I sigh. "Maybe. I don't
know. I just don't think I have the self-confidence to even *try* something
like that."
"Xander,
you faced down a bomber! You were ready to die! That takes guts. And just by
being here with me and treating me like a person... you're not the same Xander
Harris that you were. You can do anything you wanna do."
"No, that night... I was
just doing the right thing. Like every time I threw myself into a fight to
protect one of my friends, knowing I'd end up getting beaten severely for it.
Most people would say it was stupid, not brave.
"But
maybe you're right about the fact that I've changed, in the last few years. I'd
like to think so, anyway. And I appreciate your vote of confidence in me... I'm
still not convinced, but I'll consider it."
"I don't think you were
ever stupid. It's the slayer's job to fight. And the things we've seen and
fought? You *chose* to stay and fight the Mayor, knowing you could die. That
takes guts. And bravery and courage. And you've looked death in the face every
night you've been out slaying or helping Buffy. You took a fight that wasn't
even yours... that's not what a coward does. *I'm* the coward. Not you.
"And
don't think for a second that you couldn't do anything you wanted. You killed
vampires! You've faced the Scourge of Europe and his children to boot and
you're still here, stronger than ever... you can do anything you want. You can
*have* anything you want, *if* you want it bad enough."
"Maybe,"
I say again with a shrug. I'm glad she has such a high opinion of me... but I
really want to change the subject, now. "So... what are we going to do
with ourselves for the next hour and a half?" I wonder. I really wish we
were landing this plane, already, because I know what *I* wish we were doing.
"We
could go back in the bathroom." I say as I lift my eyebrows suggestively.
Hm.... .I'm trying to figure out
what the *bad* would be in that suggestion, but I can't come up with anything.
I look behind us, just in time to see someone walk into the bathroom, though.
Damn.
"It's
occupied," I reply. And now I'm wondering why we left the room, in the
first place. I guess I was trying to be the non-typical male. But I don't know
why, since Faith's not the typical female. It's not like she didn't want to...
shit. Now I'm really hard.
Okay. After how many months of
being completely empty? I need some. Now.
And probably a few good
fuckings later as well.
I grin
at him mischievously. "Are you a screamer?"
"Huh?"
I look over at her, not quite sure she's serious.
I look around and most people
are quiet and reading or sleeping. So I do the only thing to do when I'm horny.
I reach over and slowly unzip
his pants as I move so I'm kneeling in front of him. Thank the powers that
we're in first class and there's plenty of room for this very activity.
Although I'm sure the designers of first class weren't thinking *all* their
passengers would be getting head...
But I can't help but remember
how wonderful he felt throbbing in my hand.
And he
clearly needs release.
Oh shit. "Unck?" And I
don't know what I was trying to say. I think my brain's going into meltdown.
No, I *know* my brain's going into meltdown. Faith's actually. She's... oh
shit!
I look around, but nobody's
paying us any attention. Yet. I say yet, because I didn't get to answer her
question. The answer being that Anya and my neighbors hated us, we were so
noisy when we were having sex. So I don't have a lot of faith - no pun intended
- that I'm not going to draw attention tto what's about to happen here.
But I
don't want her to stop.
Damn, public places always did
turn me on. I'm so wet, *so* wet already! I'll probably just come in my pants
when he does, if only...
I smile as I blow on his
erection lightly. "The blanket, Xand." I say pointing, hoping he'll
at least shield me, but not really caring. We're all adults here and when ya
gotta come, ya gotta come.
Which
leads me to... I kiss him lightly on the head of his cock as I lift his foot
and move it between my legs. His steel tipped boot will do just fine... I make
sure it's jammed between my legs and rock my hips a little, "SHIT." I
moan. Perfect. Right on my clit. I grind against his boot again and moan before
engulfing him in my mouth, just once to coat him in my saliva.
I bite
my tongue to keep from screaming when she takes my cock into her mouth. A moan
does escape me and I look around again. Nobody noticed. Good, because I'd
really hate for us to get interrupted right now.
<RING><RING><RING>
DAMMIT!
His cock slips from my mouth
and I glance over at my bag, with my cellphone.
He looks pissed when I reach
for it. *I'm* pissed. I really need to get off.
"Why?"
And no, I did *not* just whine.
I shrug as I pick up.
"Hello?"
"Faith, my Darling, just
checking in to see how my favorite little girl is."
"Fine.
That it? I'm kinda busy."
She stopped! Why did she stop?
It's just not FAIR! Wait a second, when did I get this whiny????
At least it's only in my mind.
Yeah, like that's an excuse.
Shut up.
Fine.
"Really?" I ask in
disbelief.
But I still want to know what's
more important... Okay, so that's a stupid question. There are probably a lot
of things that she has on her 'to do' list that are more important than 'giving
Xander a blow-job'.
Not like that was ever on her
'to-do' list, anyway. Well, at least not before about two minutes ago. So she's
got people to keep in touch with and things to do and...
"Oh fuck."
I see the flight attendant
approaching and tuck myself into my jeans, zipping them up quickly. I motion
Faith into her seat and she gives me a puzzled look but gets seated before the
woman reaches us. She doesn't give any disapproving look, so that means she
didn't have a clue. Good.
"Yeah."
I wonder how long this
conversation will last? I might just have to slip into the bathroom and take
care of my problem, myself, if it lasts much longer. Because I'm so hard it
hurts and I really need to come soon.
"Okay." I say as I
reach over and stroke his cock through his pants.
You know, for a guy that's gone
six months without sex, I don't know why I'm having so much trouble with this.
It's not like I haven't gotten turned on by the sight of a beautiful woman,
before. But never like this. Faith has an unusual effect on me.
Oh, shit. I think that whimper
came from me, but I'll deny it if she ever brings it up. This just isn't fair.
She's torturing me and making me like it, too.
"No, I understand. That's
fine." Dammit, HANG UP ALREADY! I growl slightly and then crack a smile at
Xander, who's trying to thrust right through his jeans into my hand.
Well... two can play at this
game. I drape the blanket over both of our laps and grin over at her. She
doesn't think I'll actually do it, I can see it in her expression. I'll show
her.
I slip
my right hand underneath the blanket and up her left leg. I continue to the
button of her pants, then inside to cup her sex. She moans as I run a finger between her outer lips, lightly. I
can't believe how fucking *wet* she is. Still? Already? I don't know, but it doesn't
really matter.
"YeAH!" I try to
maintain my composure as I feel his finger dancing outside my heat.
SHIT!
I buck my hips up as his fingers slips inside. "Call you back." I
answer quickly and hang up.
TBC
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