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thatotherpervthe only good thing about getting rained out of my tent (and by that, I mean...tent leaking on my head at 3:30am) is that I have an excuse to come into town and post this. :) here's to hoping it stops raining, because everything I own is currently soggy.
if anybody has any ideas about where I can post this that might overlap any interested WBD readers, that'd be great.
Title: Good Guys: a Won't Back Down ficlet
Author: Mel (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Pairing: Xander/Faith
Rating: um, between PG-13 and R? Xander’s cock is mentioned, but unfortunately for him, it doesn’t get much action.
Summary: sequel ficlet to the teen human AU Won’t Back Down. The boys talked Faith into letting Xander take her on a date.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: por favor.
Unbeta’d
Won’t Back Down is here
Previously in Won’t Back Down:
“More I think of it, more I want to stick her and Xan in the same room and see what happens. He’s a good bloke.” He stopped there, but Angel was looking at him, waiting for elaboration. “Graduated two years ago, which I know you might say makes him too old for her, but he’s steady and she’s no wide-eyed little girl.” Angel grunted, and Spike grinned, knowing that was precisely what the overprotective git had been about to say. “Know you wouldn’t take him for serious about anything, but he is, about things he cares about. Makes a decent living, too, between the gym and construction.”
“K, we’ll drag her to the gym with us this week. See what happens. But Faith, she’s picky. She doesn’t really go for the whole eye-gazing, hand-holding thing.”
“So that’s why the chicken really crossed the road, though I’m pretty sure that’s something he doesn’t want spread around to his little rooster friends,” Xander finished, with that big goofy shit-eating grin he’d been wearing all night. Faith barely suppressed her eye-roll. Was this guy for real?
Faith wasn’t entirely sure how she’d been roped into going on this date. Scratch that, she knew exactly how. The boys had tag-teamed her (and not in the fun way) with Spike all bully-persistent and Angel making that pleading face that she always fell for. She should have put up more of a fight.
Sure, Xander was a decent guy, if you went for that kind of thing. Let her climb with the boys for free, and half-uncomfortable joking aside, he wasn’t all weird about Spike and Angel getting smoochy, which made him okay in her book. But he was a doofus. Faith didn’t do nice guys. Or nice guys didn’t do Faith, except sometimes literally, if they were slumming it. She already had one nice guy in her life—two actually, if you counted Spike, which you kinda could these days. Her nice guy dance card was all full up, was the point. The only thing she was lacking was a good steady fuck. But Xander had a nice body, what with all the construction, and he seemed like the kind of guy that would take instruction well, so maybe the evening wasn’t a total loss.
Although it had been pretty painful so far. The kid had to be delusional. He had taken her to a restaurant, a nice one with tablecloths and a stiff in a penguin suit and the whole nine yards. Xander hadn’t even blinked that she was totally underdressed in a black wifebeater and torn jeans, but everyone else had made her feel like a freak show. It had been pretty embarrassing actually, which just pissed her off—all those people staring at her like she was trash. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know they were going someplace nice. Faith would have told him no if she had known. Not like she had anything to wear to a place like that, and she felt totally cornered. She’d been kind of a bitch but what else was she supposed to do?
But it hardly registered with Mr. Oblivious Floppy-hair, who was all door-holding and chair-pulling and joke-cracking. Stupid. Although, she thought he’d looked a little irritated when she had been rude to their waiter. Guy’d been a snob, for someone in food service. He’d deserved it.
Xander only looked at her ass when he thought she wasn’t looking. That was kinda cute, even if it was all Beaver Cleaver.
Xander pulled up into the parking lot of her shitty motel. He guided her to her door with a hand on her back like it was someplace normal, like her old house, which was…what was with the chivalry act anyway? Even Lindsey said this place was a shithole, and he lived in a freakin’ trailer. Xander was being so nice, it was starting to wear on her nerves. Clearly, he’d missed the Sunnydale memo on what kind of girl Faith was.
Xander stopped outside of her door and lingered with his hands in his pockets, grinning at her awkwardly like he was thinking about a kiss but wasn’t sure it was allowed.
He tipped his head to the side. “This was fun. We should do this again sometime.”
Right. That was likely.
Although, he did kind of have a nice smile. Even if it was goofy.
Faith grinned. “Who said I’m done with you yet?” She rocked forward on the balls of her feet, leaning in. “Wanna come in and have…coffee?” This is the part where he breathed a sigh of relief that he was getting compensated for dropping $50 on dinner.
“Um…sure,” Xander grinned. Grin, grin, grin. I am a big goofy puppy who will pretend this is not what I have been thinking about all night. That was worth a snort and a half.
Faith wrenched the door open with a jiggle and a kick, and Xander surveyed the small room, which, though messy, could not possibly be hiding a kitchenette. Or any seating other than an unmade bed. Uhh…
“So uh…” Xander managed. Good one, Boy Wonder.
“Yeah, I kinda lied about the coffee. I’m a bad girl.”
Faith was standing really close to Xander now, toying with his shirt, and all he could think was that his new buddy Angel was going to pulverize him and barbeque the evidence if he accepted what she was offering. Baaaaad, bad bad bad bad bad. Not to mention, possibly illegal. Illegal? Was 17 illegal? Dammit, he knew he should have googled that before he left the house.
Which was unnecessary, because clearly, this could not happen tonight. Or very much with the pulverizing.
Faith was not kissing him, and good God was she good at that thing that she was not doing with her tongue. Mmm, denial was fun. Fun fun fun like a fun thing. And was it him or was she freakishly strong, with the pushing onto the bed and the pinning. And the—Jesus—grinding.
“Um, Faith…” he choked out. Not too convincing as far as protests go, but let the record show….
She grinned at him but didn’t stop grinding against his erection. “What’sa matter, Ace? Don’t tell me you don’t want a reward for being such a good boy all night.” She was unbuttoning his shirt and yeah, that was his—ah!—nipple. His hips bucked up, and she looked smug.
“No, I…yes!…I mean, Angel would…”
“Honey, if you’re thinking about Angel right now maybe I was wrong about the way you were looking at my ass.”
Xander flushed. “No, I…”
“Yeah I didn’t think so. Just sit back, let me do all the work, and try not to come too soon.”
That knocked him back on his ass. Or rather, he knocked Faith back on hers, because he sat up so fast. “Stop.”
Xander saw the confusion, rejection and wounded pride blink across her face before she settled into anger. “Fine, it was a pity fuck anyway. Get the fuck out of my room if you’re too good for it.”
Shit, that wasn’t what he meant. He held up his hands. “No. That wasn’t like it sounded. I do, I do, believe me I do, want this—you.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I just…at a tender young age, I was pretty much emotionally gang-banged by a girl and her issues, and this is feeling remarkably like that.”
Ohh, wrong thing to say. God, he was an idiot. Faith was kind of scary when she looked like she wanted to rip your face off.
Faith vaulted away from the bed. “Fuck you, you prick. You don’t know shit, so why don’t you just take your issue-free, happy normal bullshit and fuck right off.” Faith was standing by the open door and pointing, and Xander must either really like this girl or be off his rocker, because he wasn’t leaving and she was going to kick his ass. He was probably both, liking her and crazy…a which-came-first question if he’d ever heard one. And what was up with him and the chickens tonight?
Xander was in full-on damage control mode. “Listen, I’m…brain damaged. Tact-deficient.” Not that she had an abundance herself, but best not to mention that now. “I just mean…I’ve done this thing before, with someone else, where you fuck me and shove me out the door with my pants in my arms.”
“Yeah, well that was the plan, but now, I’m thinking we’ll just get straight to the part where I shove you out the door and skip the rest.”
“And that’s fine,” he reassured. “Because I was out of line. But I like you. I think you’re funny and strong-willed and amazing. I’ve seen how soft you can be on Angel, when you think no one’s looking. But you’re so tough, with the rest of the world. I get that. …And I like it.”
Faith tossed her hair with false bravado. He tried not to smile, because…so not the time. The curls had so much of her personality—unruly and with a mind of their own. She was still standing guarded by the door, but her face was not as tough. She looked a little…scared. Wary. Xander shoved his hands in his back pockets.
“So, I really like you. And I don’t want to do this thing, the part where you shove me out the door afterwards and pretend like it was nothing. The part where you start avoiding me and I don’t get to see you laugh anymore. You have a great laugh.”
Faith was…she didn’t know what the hell she was. He was so damn sincere, she didn’t think he could lie, Boy-America that he was, but…the words made her run hot and cold. He had called her amazing, and it hadn’t been followed by ‘in the sack.’ The compliment made her feel like a little girl playing dress-up in her mom’s clothes. Like he saw that she was not as she made herself out to be.
She said nothing, because what could she say? She just kept standing there with her arms crossed. Only now it felt more like she was hugging herself.
Xander shifted uncomfortably and looked away, and when his eyes met hers again, the grin was back. He had been serious with her for a moment. And maybe Faith really saw Xander too, like he saw her, because the grin was as much a mask as her scowl.
“I should get going,” he said suddenly, moving for the door. “Sorry about everything. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad—“
Like a spider laying in wait, she struck suddenly, snagging the open corner of his shirt as he shrugged past, reeling him in. She looked at his face, which was open and questioning with a little self-deprecation lingering behind, and then she kissed him. Kissed him, close-mouthed and simple.
When she pulled back, Xander looked a little dazed, which was gratifying enough that she could overlook the fact that she wasn’t getting laid.
“You didn’t make me feel bad,” she half-lied, because he had, but then he’d made her feel good. Really good. Xander smiled again, and this one was easy and infectious.
She buttoned up his shirt. “See you, Xander.”
His eyes were warm and crinkly. “G’night, Faith.” He spun on his heel two steps away from the door. “Don’t forget to lock up after me.”
Faith rolled her eyes and snorted, but she was smiling at the door as she threw on the chain and dead-bolt.
Because maybe Faith did do good guys after all.
The Beginning ;)
Backup, the WBD sequel, starts here
if anybody has any ideas about where I can post this that might overlap any interested WBD readers, that'd be great.
Title: Good Guys: a Won't Back Down ficlet
Author: Mel (
btvslover82)Pairing: Xander/Faith
Rating: um, between PG-13 and R? Xander’s cock is mentioned, but unfortunately for him, it doesn’t get much action.
Summary: sequel ficlet to the teen human AU Won’t Back Down. The boys talked Faith into letting Xander take her on a date.
Disclaimer: the characters belong to Joss and ME...alas, alack.
Feedback: por favor.
Unbeta’d
Won’t Back Down is here
Previously in Won’t Back Down:
“More I think of it, more I want to stick her and Xan in the same room and see what happens. He’s a good bloke.” He stopped there, but Angel was looking at him, waiting for elaboration. “Graduated two years ago, which I know you might say makes him too old for her, but he’s steady and she’s no wide-eyed little girl.” Angel grunted, and Spike grinned, knowing that was precisely what the overprotective git had been about to say. “Know you wouldn’t take him for serious about anything, but he is, about things he cares about. Makes a decent living, too, between the gym and construction.”
“K, we’ll drag her to the gym with us this week. See what happens. But Faith, she’s picky. She doesn’t really go for the whole eye-gazing, hand-holding thing.”
“So that’s why the chicken really crossed the road, though I’m pretty sure that’s something he doesn’t want spread around to his little rooster friends,” Xander finished, with that big goofy shit-eating grin he’d been wearing all night. Faith barely suppressed her eye-roll. Was this guy for real?
Faith wasn’t entirely sure how she’d been roped into going on this date. Scratch that, she knew exactly how. The boys had tag-teamed her (and not in the fun way) with Spike all bully-persistent and Angel making that pleading face that she always fell for. She should have put up more of a fight.
Sure, Xander was a decent guy, if you went for that kind of thing. Let her climb with the boys for free, and half-uncomfortable joking aside, he wasn’t all weird about Spike and Angel getting smoochy, which made him okay in her book. But he was a doofus. Faith didn’t do nice guys. Or nice guys didn’t do Faith, except sometimes literally, if they were slumming it. She already had one nice guy in her life—two actually, if you counted Spike, which you kinda could these days. Her nice guy dance card was all full up, was the point. The only thing she was lacking was a good steady fuck. But Xander had a nice body, what with all the construction, and he seemed like the kind of guy that would take instruction well, so maybe the evening wasn’t a total loss.
Although it had been pretty painful so far. The kid had to be delusional. He had taken her to a restaurant, a nice one with tablecloths and a stiff in a penguin suit and the whole nine yards. Xander hadn’t even blinked that she was totally underdressed in a black wifebeater and torn jeans, but everyone else had made her feel like a freak show. It had been pretty embarrassing actually, which just pissed her off—all those people staring at her like she was trash. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t know they were going someplace nice. Faith would have told him no if she had known. Not like she had anything to wear to a place like that, and she felt totally cornered. She’d been kind of a bitch but what else was she supposed to do?
But it hardly registered with Mr. Oblivious Floppy-hair, who was all door-holding and chair-pulling and joke-cracking. Stupid. Although, she thought he’d looked a little irritated when she had been rude to their waiter. Guy’d been a snob, for someone in food service. He’d deserved it.
Xander only looked at her ass when he thought she wasn’t looking. That was kinda cute, even if it was all Beaver Cleaver.
Xander pulled up into the parking lot of her shitty motel. He guided her to her door with a hand on her back like it was someplace normal, like her old house, which was…what was with the chivalry act anyway? Even Lindsey said this place was a shithole, and he lived in a freakin’ trailer. Xander was being so nice, it was starting to wear on her nerves. Clearly, he’d missed the Sunnydale memo on what kind of girl Faith was.
Xander stopped outside of her door and lingered with his hands in his pockets, grinning at her awkwardly like he was thinking about a kiss but wasn’t sure it was allowed.
He tipped his head to the side. “This was fun. We should do this again sometime.”
Right. That was likely.
Although, he did kind of have a nice smile. Even if it was goofy.
Faith grinned. “Who said I’m done with you yet?” She rocked forward on the balls of her feet, leaning in. “Wanna come in and have…coffee?” This is the part where he breathed a sigh of relief that he was getting compensated for dropping $50 on dinner.
“Um…sure,” Xander grinned. Grin, grin, grin. I am a big goofy puppy who will pretend this is not what I have been thinking about all night. That was worth a snort and a half.
Faith wrenched the door open with a jiggle and a kick, and Xander surveyed the small room, which, though messy, could not possibly be hiding a kitchenette. Or any seating other than an unmade bed. Uhh…
“So uh…” Xander managed. Good one, Boy Wonder.
“Yeah, I kinda lied about the coffee. I’m a bad girl.”
Faith was standing really close to Xander now, toying with his shirt, and all he could think was that his new buddy Angel was going to pulverize him and barbeque the evidence if he accepted what she was offering. Baaaaad, bad bad bad bad bad. Not to mention, possibly illegal. Illegal? Was 17 illegal? Dammit, he knew he should have googled that before he left the house.
Which was unnecessary, because clearly, this could not happen tonight. Or very much with the pulverizing.
Faith was not kissing him, and good God was she good at that thing that she was not doing with her tongue. Mmm, denial was fun. Fun fun fun like a fun thing. And was it him or was she freakishly strong, with the pushing onto the bed and the pinning. And the—Jesus—grinding.
“Um, Faith…” he choked out. Not too convincing as far as protests go, but let the record show….
She grinned at him but didn’t stop grinding against his erection. “What’sa matter, Ace? Don’t tell me you don’t want a reward for being such a good boy all night.” She was unbuttoning his shirt and yeah, that was his—ah!—nipple. His hips bucked up, and she looked smug.
“No, I…yes!…I mean, Angel would…”
“Honey, if you’re thinking about Angel right now maybe I was wrong about the way you were looking at my ass.”
Xander flushed. “No, I…”
“Yeah I didn’t think so. Just sit back, let me do all the work, and try not to come too soon.”
That knocked him back on his ass. Or rather, he knocked Faith back on hers, because he sat up so fast. “Stop.”
Xander saw the confusion, rejection and wounded pride blink across her face before she settled into anger. “Fine, it was a pity fuck anyway. Get the fuck out of my room if you’re too good for it.”
Shit, that wasn’t what he meant. He held up his hands. “No. That wasn’t like it sounded. I do, I do, believe me I do, want this—you.” Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “I just…at a tender young age, I was pretty much emotionally gang-banged by a girl and her issues, and this is feeling remarkably like that.”
Ohh, wrong thing to say. God, he was an idiot. Faith was kind of scary when she looked like she wanted to rip your face off.
Faith vaulted away from the bed. “Fuck you, you prick. You don’t know shit, so why don’t you just take your issue-free, happy normal bullshit and fuck right off.” Faith was standing by the open door and pointing, and Xander must either really like this girl or be off his rocker, because he wasn’t leaving and she was going to kick his ass. He was probably both, liking her and crazy…a which-came-first question if he’d ever heard one. And what was up with him and the chickens tonight?
Xander was in full-on damage control mode. “Listen, I’m…brain damaged. Tact-deficient.” Not that she had an abundance herself, but best not to mention that now. “I just mean…I’ve done this thing before, with someone else, where you fuck me and shove me out the door with my pants in my arms.”
“Yeah, well that was the plan, but now, I’m thinking we’ll just get straight to the part where I shove you out the door and skip the rest.”
“And that’s fine,” he reassured. “Because I was out of line. But I like you. I think you’re funny and strong-willed and amazing. I’ve seen how soft you can be on Angel, when you think no one’s looking. But you’re so tough, with the rest of the world. I get that. …And I like it.”
Faith tossed her hair with false bravado. He tried not to smile, because…so not the time. The curls had so much of her personality—unruly and with a mind of their own. She was still standing guarded by the door, but her face was not as tough. She looked a little…scared. Wary. Xander shoved his hands in his back pockets.
“So, I really like you. And I don’t want to do this thing, the part where you shove me out the door afterwards and pretend like it was nothing. The part where you start avoiding me and I don’t get to see you laugh anymore. You have a great laugh.”
Faith was…she didn’t know what the hell she was. He was so damn sincere, she didn’t think he could lie, Boy-America that he was, but…the words made her run hot and cold. He had called her amazing, and it hadn’t been followed by ‘in the sack.’ The compliment made her feel like a little girl playing dress-up in her mom’s clothes. Like he saw that she was not as she made herself out to be.
She said nothing, because what could she say? She just kept standing there with her arms crossed. Only now it felt more like she was hugging herself.
Xander shifted uncomfortably and looked away, and when his eyes met hers again, the grin was back. He had been serious with her for a moment. And maybe Faith really saw Xander too, like he saw her, because the grin was as much a mask as her scowl.
“I should get going,” he said suddenly, moving for the door. “Sorry about everything. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad—“
Like a spider laying in wait, she struck suddenly, snagging the open corner of his shirt as he shrugged past, reeling him in. She looked at his face, which was open and questioning with a little self-deprecation lingering behind, and then she kissed him. Kissed him, close-mouthed and simple.
When she pulled back, Xander looked a little dazed, which was gratifying enough that she could overlook the fact that she wasn’t getting laid.
“You didn’t make me feel bad,” she half-lied, because he had, but then he’d made her feel good. Really good. Xander smiled again, and this one was easy and infectious.
She buttoned up his shirt. “See you, Xander.”
His eyes were warm and crinkly. “G’night, Faith.” He spun on his heel two steps away from the door. “Don’t forget to lock up after me.”
Faith rolled her eyes and snorted, but she was smiling at the door as she threw on the chain and dead-bolt.
Because maybe Faith did do good guys after all.
The Beginning ;)
Backup, the WBD sequel, starts here
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Date: 2006-06-11 12:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-11 12:49 am (UTC)glad you liked it :)
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Date: 2006-06-13 06:20 am (UTC)Re: response
Date: 2006-06-13 04:16 pm (UTC)there will definitely be more of all of this. I was going to write a Willow/Oz ficlet too, but I don't know if I'm feeling it because their subplot is so cannonical, it feels kind of unnecessary.
but a sequel series to WBD, focusing on the boys but dealing with everyone else, is coming up. started working on it the other day.
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Date: 2007-04-29 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-23 09:51 am (UTC)Darn it, I wanted to post this at Buffyversetop5 community but it's written in 2006. perhaps next year I can post it in the Classic Top Fives.
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Date: 2007-11-26 05:25 pm (UTC)anyway, I'm pleased you enjoyed it! and thanks for the top5 thought