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Summary: A collection of ficlets for 50 Smutlets at LJ - Xander claim. See individual chapters for warnings.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Other HetLamiaFR2121,554135,95512 Oct 0623 Oct 06No

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Making Amends (Xander/Faith)

Title: Making Amends
Author: Lamia (lamia4227@gmail.com)
Rated: NC17
Disclaimer: So incredibly not mine.
Prompt: #19 - Restraints
Claim: Xander/Faith
Warnings: Light bondage, explicite sexual activity (duh, it's a smutlet). Oh, and a plot tried to sneak in, but I killed it.
Summary: Faith decides to make up for another of her wrongs
Wordcount: 572

A/N: This came about from the realization that I hadn't even started on my Xander claim, and the need to write something in hopes of getting past some writer's block. probably not my best work (and my best may not be all that great), but at least I got myself writing again.

Xander woke up with two uncommon sensations. The first was the feeling of fur on his wrists, and the inability to move his arms. The second, and more prominent, was something wet tickling his man stick. Raising his head, he looked down his body to see Faith’s loose curls. Trying harder to focus his eyes, he could just make out her tongue darting out of her mouth to lick at him again. He took a deep breath and swallowed a couple times before he found his voice.

“Uh, Faith. Uh, what’s going on?” Faith paused at the sound of his voice. She raised herself up on hands and knees, giving Xander a clear view down her naked body with a smirk.

“Gee, Boy-Toy. Thought you could figure that on out on your own.” He could feel the heat rising in his cheek, and the blood pumping somewhere else making him grow larger under her gaze.

“Yeah, well, I see the ‘what,’ but not the ‘why’ or the ‘how the hell did you get in here.” See, I can make words, and they make sense.

“I jimmied the lock. You really need a deadbolt or something. As for why,” she shrugged. “I kinda screwed you over last time. I wanted to do it right this time, make it up to you, ya know.”

Xander opened his mouth to reply, but she cut off his words by wrapping her lips around him. His breath came out in a rush, and all logical thought left him as she worked her mouth down the length of him. Slowly she slid down, down, until she held all of him. She stopped there for a moment before making her way back up, just as slow, until her lips just barely brushed the tip.

His body shook with tremors as she repeated the slow, deliberate process a few more times. Just as he thought he would die under her torturous teasing, she increased her pace. She moved down and up, as fast as she could without hurting him. His breath became short pants as she alternately swirled her tongue around him, then sucking hard, as she slid down and up without pause.

He felt as if his whole body was ready to explode under the pressure. His voice came out as a strained whisper. The only word he could get out was “Faith.” She rolled her eyes up to look at him, but didn’t slow. As his release came, still she didn’t stop, not until she swallowed down the last drop.

She raised herself one more time to her hands and knees. She stayed there, watching him, until his ragged breath slowed and evened. He met her eyes and said the only thing he could think of. “Wow.”

Faith graced him with a throaty laugh. “So, am I forgiven?”

He nodded. “Definitely.”

She smiled down at him for a minute before raising herself from the bed to retrieve the key she left on the nightstand. She unlocked the fur cuffs closest to her, and then draped her body across his to reach the ones holding his other hand to the headboard. Tossing the key back to the nightstand, she lay down beside him. He looked up at the cuffs still hanging from the frame.

“You just gonna leave them there”?

“For now.” She gave him a smile full of sinful promise. “We’ll be needing them again in a while.”
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