Flashficathon Reunion!
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Xander/Faith, set after 'Chosen'.
(Also, am pointing out that this is the first time I've written het in quite a while, so be gentle *grin*)
Nearing Autumn
By Claire
"Hey."
Xander looks over at the person settling down on the bench next to him. When he first heard the footsteps the one person he hadn't thought it would be was Faith.
"You should get something to eat." She points back towards the diner and Xander can barely make out the figure of the hassled waitress trying desperately to deal with a 3am influx of apocalypse survivors who haven't eaten in 18 hours.
"I'm not hungry."
"That doesn't sound like the Xander I know." Faith smiles as she punches him lightly on the arm in what, he assumes, is meant to be a friendly manner. Only Faith is still a Slayer, and Xander finds he's bruising slightly too easily these days.
He looks up; the flickering neon sign declaring the diner open for '24 ho rs' is more amusing than it should be. A wave of noise washes over them as the diner doors open and a couple of people spill out, laughing on their way to wherever it is they're going. "They're all so happy," he says.
"They have a right to be. We stopped the end of the world."
So why does it feel like the world isn't spinning anymore? He shivers, absently wrapping his jacket tighter around his body. Faith's hand rests on his arms, the warmth from her seeping through the fabric that separates them.
"We survived. That alone deserves some sort of celebration."
"Not all of us." Xander stands up, needing to be away from Faith, away from the body heat he's sure he can feel leeching into his flesh from hers.
"Xander." She reaches out, slim fingers wrapping around his wrist and stopping him from leaving.
His fingers are over hers before he can think, but he doesn't pry her hand away as his thumb runs over her index finger, with its nail nibbled down.
"Xander." Voice softer this time.
And Xander doesn't know which one of them moves first, only knows that her lips are on his, nipping and biting, teeth clashing as he swallows every noise that Faith makes. Fingers grip at his arm and he can feel the pressure pushing the shirt into his skin, fabric bleeding into flesh.
It's the first time her lips have touched his. They'd done so many things that night in Sunnydale, in a beaten up motel, but kiss wasn't one of them. They'd fucked and bitten and bled, lips touching every other part of each other's bodies except for their mouths.
Faith pulls back slightly, flashing him a grin before her mouth latches onto his neck, sucking. Teeth scrape against his skin, hard and just too blunt.
Xander hears a whimper, and he knows it's his, knows Faith would never make such a sound. A breathy laugh reaches him and Faith jumps, wrapping her legs around him as his hands automatically catch her under the ass.
He couldn't have done this a few years ago, would have probably dropped her onto the rain-soaked ground, but years of hauling around heavy wood means a Slayer's weight is nothing as he compensates his stance for the weight of two.
"Fuck me."
And he wants to. Wants to lay her on the ground and pound into her body until she's nothing more than dust beneath him, but they're still too visible, and if any one of the people in the diner just look out of the window they're going to see them, even if the light above them looks like it burnt out long ago.
He walks around the bus, hard cock and Slayer wrapped around him making it difficult. But Xander's lived with difficult his entire life, and the cock that's straining to get past the layers of material that are blocking it from Faith is a hell of an incentive.
Shadows fall across them as the bus blocks out the light from the building, the only illumination coming from the randomly flickering road sign declaring the diner's presence.
Faith shudders as the cold metal of the bus makes contact with the skin not covered by her shirt. Her legs drop from his waist momentarily as her jeans are kicked off, abandoned to the ground with little thought, before they're back again, strong thighs pressing against him, squeezing him with a Slayer's strength. Hands steal down between them, opening his trousers and releasing his cock with an ease of motion that would be sluttish on anyone else. She guides him to her cunt, groaning as his body takes over and instinctively buries itself in the tantalising heat it's presented with. She's hot and wet and clinging to him in a way he'd never thought he'd feel again.
His body moves of its own volition, moving in and out of Faith as she claws against his back, the threat of scratch marks deadened somewhat by the shirt that's in her way.
The hand that's still between their bodies wraps briefly around the base of his cock, shaft sliding through fingers as it plunges into her before they are gone, concentrating now on Faith's own pleasure instead of caring about Xander's. And then Xander doesn't care, as her cunt clenches around him.
Pink splashes across her face as the neon sign above them flickers to life once before dying again as Xander thrusts into her one final time. And if the name on his lips when he comes isn't hers, well, then Faith's not saying anything.
Slow seconds pass, and the only sound Xander can hear is their breathing. "We should..."
"Yeah," Faith agrees, not needing him to finish the sentence.
Pulling back from her, Xander tucks himself back into his trousers, turning away as Faith pulls her jeans back on, giving her privacy even in the darkness. He waits until she's fully dressed before he moves, stepping back into the dull light cast from the diner and wondering if they were even missed.
"Xander?" Faith falls into step beside him.
He turns to look at her. "Yeah?"
"You're welcome."
And as they walk back towards the diner, he's sure he can hear Anya laughing.
End.
The masterlist for the ficathon is here.
nikitangelXander/Faith, set after 'Chosen'.
(Also, am pointing out that this is the first time I've written het in quite a while, so be gentle *grin*)
Nearing Autumn
By Claire
"Hey."
Xander looks over at the person settling down on the bench next to him. When he first heard the footsteps the one person he hadn't thought it would be was Faith.
"You should get something to eat." She points back towards the diner and Xander can barely make out the figure of the hassled waitress trying desperately to deal with a 3am influx of apocalypse survivors who haven't eaten in 18 hours.
"I'm not hungry."
"That doesn't sound like the Xander I know." Faith smiles as she punches him lightly on the arm in what, he assumes, is meant to be a friendly manner. Only Faith is still a Slayer, and Xander finds he's bruising slightly too easily these days.
He looks up; the flickering neon sign declaring the diner open for '24 ho rs' is more amusing than it should be. A wave of noise washes over them as the diner doors open and a couple of people spill out, laughing on their way to wherever it is they're going. "They're all so happy," he says.
"They have a right to be. We stopped the end of the world."
So why does it feel like the world isn't spinning anymore? He shivers, absently wrapping his jacket tighter around his body. Faith's hand rests on his arms, the warmth from her seeping through the fabric that separates them.
"We survived. That alone deserves some sort of celebration."
"Not all of us." Xander stands up, needing to be away from Faith, away from the body heat he's sure he can feel leeching into his flesh from hers.
"Xander." She reaches out, slim fingers wrapping around his wrist and stopping him from leaving.
His fingers are over hers before he can think, but he doesn't pry her hand away as his thumb runs over her index finger, with its nail nibbled down.
"Xander." Voice softer this time.
And Xander doesn't know which one of them moves first, only knows that her lips are on his, nipping and biting, teeth clashing as he swallows every noise that Faith makes. Fingers grip at his arm and he can feel the pressure pushing the shirt into his skin, fabric bleeding into flesh.
It's the first time her lips have touched his. They'd done so many things that night in Sunnydale, in a beaten up motel, but kiss wasn't one of them. They'd fucked and bitten and bled, lips touching every other part of each other's bodies except for their mouths.
Faith pulls back slightly, flashing him a grin before her mouth latches onto his neck, sucking. Teeth scrape against his skin, hard and just too blunt.
Xander hears a whimper, and he knows it's his, knows Faith would never make such a sound. A breathy laugh reaches him and Faith jumps, wrapping her legs around him as his hands automatically catch her under the ass.
He couldn't have done this a few years ago, would have probably dropped her onto the rain-soaked ground, but years of hauling around heavy wood means a Slayer's weight is nothing as he compensates his stance for the weight of two.
"Fuck me."
And he wants to. Wants to lay her on the ground and pound into her body until she's nothing more than dust beneath him, but they're still too visible, and if any one of the people in the diner just look out of the window they're going to see them, even if the light above them looks like it burnt out long ago.
He walks around the bus, hard cock and Slayer wrapped around him making it difficult. But Xander's lived with difficult his entire life, and the cock that's straining to get past the layers of material that are blocking it from Faith is a hell of an incentive.
Shadows fall across them as the bus blocks out the light from the building, the only illumination coming from the randomly flickering road sign declaring the diner's presence.
Faith shudders as the cold metal of the bus makes contact with the skin not covered by her shirt. Her legs drop from his waist momentarily as her jeans are kicked off, abandoned to the ground with little thought, before they're back again, strong thighs pressing against him, squeezing him with a Slayer's strength. Hands steal down between them, opening his trousers and releasing his cock with an ease of motion that would be sluttish on anyone else. She guides him to her cunt, groaning as his body takes over and instinctively buries itself in the tantalising heat it's presented with. She's hot and wet and clinging to him in a way he'd never thought he'd feel again.
His body moves of its own volition, moving in and out of Faith as she claws against his back, the threat of scratch marks deadened somewhat by the shirt that's in her way.
The hand that's still between their bodies wraps briefly around the base of his cock, shaft sliding through fingers as it plunges into her before they are gone, concentrating now on Faith's own pleasure instead of caring about Xander's. And then Xander doesn't care, as her cunt clenches around him.
Pink splashes across her face as the neon sign above them flickers to life once before dying again as Xander thrusts into her one final time. And if the name on his lips when he comes isn't hers, well, then Faith's not saying anything.
Slow seconds pass, and the only sound Xander can hear is their breathing. "We should..."
"Yeah," Faith agrees, not needing him to finish the sentence.
Pulling back from her, Xander tucks himself back into his trousers, turning away as Faith pulls her jeans back on, giving her privacy even in the darkness. He waits until she's fully dressed before he moves, stepping back into the dull light cast from the diner and wondering if they were even missed.
"Xander?" Faith falls into step beside him.
He turns to look at her. "Yeah?"
"You're welcome."
And as they walk back towards the diner, he's sure he can hear Anya laughing.
End.
The masterlist for the ficathon is here.
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Date: 2004-05-10 08:19 am (UTC)While there was a definite sense of desperation, there was such a lack of any other emotion that it felt a bit off. Bit of post-trauma shock mixed in there too, perhaps?
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Date: 2004-05-10 12:18 pm (UTC)Bugger. If I pout prettily, will you just ignore that slip ;-)
And I wanted to write the story with as little emotion as I could. What I wanted was two people having sex purely to reassure themselves that they're still alive. So, yeah, I figure PTS has to be involved in that.
Glad you liked the story and thanks for the comments :-)