Message-ID: <19450eli$9901290446@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year99/19450.txt> From: rapeseed@excite.com Subject: BTVS story: Zeppo <Faith and Xander> (MF, teen, first) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <917519652.17312.606@excite.com> Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight, Be its pillow round; Let no sunrise' yellow noise Interrupt this ground. -Dickinson Buffy the Vampire Slayer: ZEPPO (Faith and Xander) by Torgo "That's petty much excitement for one night." Xander sped through the night in his uncle's car, the dead young men far behind him. He was still fairly confused as to why they wanted to bake a cake, and who the hell looks for cake mix in a hardware store? As he turned onto the next road, he started to wonder if he should check the bags the guys had left in the car with him. Looking at the white plastic bags in the back seat, he remembered that he should really be looking at the road. That's when the demon bounced off his bumper. Faith, Kendra's replacement as slayer, had been fighting the creature. "Get in!" Xander shouted as the the demon got to her feet. The vampire slayer hopped in the car as Xander sped off. They pulled into the motel parking lot and ran into Faith's room, slamming the door behind them. "You think one of them followed us?" Xander asked as he ran even further into the room. One of those things had almost killed him two nights ago, and he wasn't eager to repeat that little encounter. "No," Faith answered, anger in her voice, "The bitch dislocated my shoulder, though." She took off her jacket and looked up at Xander. "Hold me." Xander reached out to her, confused. It seemed uncharacteristic of Faith to want a hug. She solved his little conundrum by putting his hand on her arm and gripping his shirt as she forced her arm back into its socket. "Hrr- rrk...Bother. She got me really wound up. A fight like that and no kill..." she said, mischief bright in her dark eyes, "I'm about ready to pop." Xander looked at her, convinced this was just another shoulder problem. "Pop?" he almost squeaked. "You up for it?" she asked, sliding her hand into his shirt and rubbing his chest. "Oh, I'm up," he said, trying to inject as much bravado and hey-I'm-a-man-you're-a-woman into his voice as he could. He thought it was working quite well and congratulated himself on the veneer of confidence he had erected. Faith slid her hand down to his cock and gave it a little squeeze. Xander made his quickest jump from limp to erect since the time Buffy tried to do a strip tease for him. "I'm suddenly very up," he stammered, "It's just, um, I've never been up with people before." It was true, he'd thought Cordy would be his first, then he'd thought it might be Willow, but they never really got all that far past second base. Faith kissed him then, gently, moving her hands up to his shirt. "Just relax," she whispered, "Take your pants off." She started to unbutton his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. "Those two concepts are...antithetical" he got out before she kissed him again, this time she wasn't gentle at all. She threw him down on the bed with her incredible slayer strength and leapt on top of him. "Don't worry," she grinned as she pulled off her top. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders, beautiful and wild. She wasn't wearing a bra. Those gorgeous breasts caught Xander's eyes, and his erection started to pulse. "I'll steer you 'round the curves." "Did I mention that I'm having a very strange night?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't reply. She leaned down to kiss him, their tongues meeting in a savage frenzy. Faith started to move south, pecking Xander's chin, his neck, his almost hairless chest, his stomach. With unnerving skill, she unfastened the buttons of his pants with her teeth. Her hands bunched the fabric at his knees and pulled down as Xander raised his butt to let his pants slide off. She tossed his pants across the room and slid back to his crotch, seizing his boxers in her teeth and tearing them off viciously. The hard prick laid bare, Faith moved in and gathered up his penis with her tongue, sucking it into her mouth. As the Chosen One bobbed her face on his cock, Xander tried to control himself, amazed that he hadn't come yet. Faith seemed to read his mind and lifted her face from his saliva-slick dick, licking her lips as if to gather up the last of his flavor. She stood up on the bed and pulled down her tight pants, then yanked them off her feet with a little hop and dropped back down onto Xander's lap. She lifted herself just enough to reach under her body for his cock and slid her pussy down around it, squeezing it in her tight, wet warmth. A low groan escaped her lips as she slowly rode his stiff prick. His hands rose to meet her bouncing breasts, squeezing gently. Her groan deepened as she rolled her hips sensually. Xander sat up to take her hard nipples in his mouth and rubbed his hands across her tight, sexy ass until she pushed him back down and grabbed his wandering arm in hers. She led him to where she wanted to be touched, and he conceeded eagerly, toying with the nub between her legs as he weighed her breasts with his free hand. Suddenly, the slayer started to shake and moan, she pulled a sheet up around herself as if she were cold, twisting it savagely in her fists. Her entire body tensed and relaxed as she let out a single sharp noise and pulled herself off of the pulsing, spurting prick below her. Faith lay herself down next to Xander, and he wrapped his arms around her as they stared into each other's eyes. He felt so close to her, so warm and safe with her body next to his. She sighed just a little as she looked at him. The next thing he knew, Xander was being pushed out the door, holding his pants. "That was great," Faith said, still wrapped in the sheet, "I gotta shower." And she shut the door in his face. He pulled on his pants, feeling all alone. He needed some kind of comfort, even though he knew only demons and the walking dead waited for him in the night. The walking dead who like to bake cakes. Cake was sounding pretty good at that point. Chocolate cake. As he finished buttoning his shirt in the car, he remembered the bags in the back seat and grabbed one for inspection. Inside he found only gunpowder, electrical wires and a can of kerosine, no cake mix. "Hey," he said, deeply upset at being denied a tasty snack treat, "They're not baking any cake!" "'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'"'" See pictures of Eliza Dushku, who plays Faith, at http://www.dushku.homepad.com. _______________________________________________________ Get your free, private email at http://mail.excite.com/ -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>