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: dru and EvilWillow started
this, but dru finished it! Please, enjoy!
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PART
FIVE
"I always wanted you,
Xander. I thought about you every night, every second. I remember everything
about that plane ride because throughout my cab rides, train trips, flights I
was reliving that experience over and over again.
"The things you made me
feel…" I take his hands in mine and lean in toward him. "The way you
filled me… and not just physically, but- for the first time ever, I thought
someone actually cared. I want that. I want you."
Okay. By the look in his eyes and
the fact that he's not laughing, I'm guessing I'm not being totally ridiculous.
"I don't want separate bedrooms. I wanna sleep beside you, and feel your
hand on my stomach at night as our baby grows…"
I can't believe it! I don't think
she's ever been this honest with me, if ever.
And I *do* believe her. "I
want the same, Faith. The cuddling, the feeling…" I glance down at her
bosom and add, "The *filling*… I want it all. I want you too."
"Really?" I ask and he
nods.
My stomach actually *flutters*. I
don't think it's ever done that and I'm so hap- OH SHIT!
That's not fluttering! I jump up
and make a mad dash for the bathroom.
I hate morning sickness.
Was it something I said?
The waitress brings the food just
as I get up to see if she's okay. I knock on the bathroom door, "Faith?
Are you okay?"
No answer. God, please don't let
her have jumped out the window and ran!
"FAITH?!" I shout louder
through the door.
"Uh-huh!" I hear her
moan from the other side.
"Are you oka- oh." She
opens the door and smiles at me while wiping her mouth. "Okay?"
"Yes, morning sickness is
all. Fortunately it should be ending pretty soon since I'm four months pregnant
now." I let my eyes pass down his body. I think have the right to do that
now, don't I?
"Wanna come in for a
quickie?" I say with a laugh, although I'm really hoping he says yes.
Faith, you don't know how tempting
that is.
"Not here. Not now." She
whimpers a little and steps closer to m- ohdear.
Her hands slide down my chest,
slowly, toward my- "Faith!" I gasp.
"I *love* when I make you do
that," she whispers.
"Faith, please- the food is
getting cold."
It takes every ounce of strength I
have, but I push her away gently and quickly return to the table before anyone
can notice the *extreme* erection I have now. Her fingers set me on fire.
Oh, crap!
I sit back down at the table and
glare at him for a minute before I cannot *not* eat. I'm starving. This little
rugrat eats a lot.
"It's not like I don't
w-"
"I know, Xander."
And by the look on his face, he's
as shocked as I am, that that came out of my mouth. Usually, when my sexual
advances were rejected, I would get angry, aggressive and leave, thinking I was
undesirable.
I smile at him. "It must be
the pregnancy. It makes normal women crazy, so perhaps it makes crazy women
normal?"
"You're *not* crazy, Faith,
and I don't want to hear the mother of my child talking like that, especially
about herself."
The mother of his child. *I'm*
the mother of his child.
Xander and I are going to raise
this baby.
I really want to ask her if we're
absolutely safe. What the hell was she involved with that was so dangerous? And
she said she killed someone recently? Who? And what does this mean for us?
"What?" I ask him. He's
looking at me strangely.
"Nothing. I was just
admiring the mother-to-be. You've really got that glow that they always talk
about."
"Really?" I ask,
disbelieving.
"Yes. I should have seen it
before. I can't believe I didn't, but… I was distracted."
"Hangover?" I take
another bite of pancakes. They are so fucking good and I swear, I've been
eating so much lately. I usually ate a lot, but lately… I've been eating a
*lot*.
I over at him, sipping his
coffee, glancing out the window. I could definitely get used to this, I think.
Most definitely.
"I'm sorry I drove you to
drink," I say. I don't know where it came from, but… it's there and it
needs to be dealt with. "I… honestly didn't want to hurt you, Xand. Ever.
Even in Sunnyda-"
"Sunnydale is in the past and
I don't want to talk about the past. I want to discuss the future. For example,
we have to find a doctor for you. You need a check-up. And then we need to
figure out where we're going to live."
"I was thinking somewhere
quiet, perhaps we could find a suburb somewhere. I've got plenty of cash to
find a nice place."
"Faith," I say. She
keeps bringing it up and I really want (and need) to know exactly what she did
and where she got so much cash, and where exactly it's from.
"Yeah?"
"Exactly how much money do
you have?"
"About five million, give or
take, minus expenses."
"WHAT?! WHERE THE HELL DID
YOU GET THAT KIND OF MONEY?"
"Xand…"
"No. I want to know, Faith.
Please."
How the hell am I supposed to… I
guess I should just come out and say it. "I was courier, like I
said."
"What were you
couriering?" I laugh as does he.
But laughter only postpones the
inevitable. "I was… mainly? It was stolen parts."
"Parts of what?"
I look at him and hope this
doesn't ruin my chances with him, or that he'll look at me in disgust.
"Like, *parts*, like human parts."
"WHAT?" I immediately
notice how about ten guys turned around and looked at me.
"Black market livers,
kidneys, hearts… you name it, I probably carried one at some point. It's a
highly lucrative business, but also highly dangerous. Cops are all over the
place trying to find out how the parts are getting stolen and how they are
being transported."
"So, when we were… you had a
human part somewhere?"
"Not that time. They also did
fencing of rare stones, artwork, things of that sort. I had a stolen painting
that day. The buyer was in Modesto."
"But you got called
away…"
"Yeah, I passed the art onto
another associate and took off to get a liver to New York."
Okaaay… not exactly the *worst*
thing, but… "You said, earlier, that you killed someone? Recently?"
Well, I knew it'd come up as soon
as I said it. "Yes," I nod. "I… after I left you, I realized
that I wanted more out of life besides what I had. When I got back in New York,
I went to the police and told them to make me a deal. I got full immunity for
all my crimes past and present and I'd do some undercover work for them."
"You helped them stop the
operation."
"Well, you can't stop it.
People will always find a way to do it, but I helped them take down about half
the major players in illegal organ sales."
"So, you killed...?"
"My bosses' boss. He found
out that I was working with the police and had me dragged into his office. When
it came down to it, it was either him or me, so I chose him. I snapped his neck
and emptied his safe on my way out."
"So you stole all his
illegally earned money?"
"No. He owned a really posh
hotel as well. I took the money from the hotel safe."
"You *stole* it, Faith. You
could get arrested!"
"No. I got immunity for past
and present, including anything illegal that I needed to do in order to help
them." I smile at him and take the last bite of my pancakes.
I take the last sip of my milk
and then say, "Xander, if this… if you don't want anything to do with *me*
now, that's fine. I understand. *I* have a hard time looking into the mirror,
but I want you to know, I would, *will*, never withhold this child from you.
Even if I completely disgust you."
PART
SIX
"I'd never be disgusted with
you, Faith. I l-like you. I care about you, a lot."
How could she even *think* that,
let alone say it?
Oh, right, because two, three,
fours years ago… I *was* disgusted with her. At least that's how I made it
seem, when in reality, I blamed myself. Stupid, worthless Xander, not even man
enough to fuck a girl.
Not just a girl, a slayer. That
thought *does* scare me. What if one day, she realizes that I don't cut it?
She's a *slayer* and the only other slayer I know, has to be satisfied by a
*vampire*. What if I can't please her the way she needs? What if she leaves me
with the kid so she can go get off with som-
"Xander, stop it."
"Stop what?" I ask
innocently.
"Stop worrying about whether
or not I'll be happy."
"What? Why?" What? How
did she know that?
"Because I know *you*,
Xander."
Oh, god! Are we made for each
other or what?
"Yes."
I smile again as he stares at me
in disbelief. The waitress clears the table and that was *really* good. I take
a twenty out and leave it on the table. Seven dollar tip. Nice. But I have it,
and I used to wait tables, long ago, so I understand how hard it is.
He's still really quiet as we
leave the diner. "So… what now?" I ask, hailing a cab.
Excellent question, person who can
read my mind. What am I thinking now?
I look at her and raise an eyebrow
in a challenge.
"That I should be able to
read your mind right now."
"HOW ARE YOU DOING
THAT?"
"I don't know. I just… I
know how you think. Weird stuff has been happening to me like that lately,
perhaps some freaky slayer pregnancy thing?"
"Maybe."
We hop in the cab and he gives
the cabbie his address.
"Xander?" I ask
quietly. He turns to me and I take his hand in my own and place it on my right
breast. "I meant it on the plane." I want him to know that I only
want him. He's more than enough for me.
Suddenly my mouth is dry and my
cock has decided to painfully remind me that it's still hard from earlier.
"What?" I squeak.
I don't think she has a bra on
underneath that shirt. I can feel her nipple under my palm as she rubs my hand
over her breast. Then she leans into me, making sure that my arm is between her
ample bosom.
"I *never* came so hard, as
when you were buried *deep* inside me."
I can feel his breath, panting
heavy on my face, as I slip my hand down to the inside of his thigh. I can feel
his penis, hard and insistent against the zipper.
"Ohgod. Faith, please
don't-" I beg her. I swear, if she touches me, I'll come, right here in
the cab, with her boobs around my arm and her lips against my cheek.
"Please, just wait."
I can see the desperation in his
eyes. He's *that* close to coming, right here.
Part of me wants him to call out
his release, right here in the cab, where the cabbie could watch his face in
the mirror, and watch me stroke him as he came.
But somehow, I don't think Xander
would appreciate that. So I pull away from him and resign to sitting very close
to him, our thighs touching, the rest of the ride home.
Home. *Our* home. (Well, not for
long, but for now.)
Ohthankyougod!
Not like I *wanted* her to go, but
an audience isn't really a huge turn on for me. *Plus* I don't need another
embarrassing Xander moment. I think I've had far too many of those.
I'm relieved when we finally stop
in front of my building. Faith tosses him a twenty and I can't help but notice
how gorgeous her ass is, as I climb out of the cab behind her.
TBC
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