After That - Chapter 9 (Patreon)

The sound of his bedroom door opening kicked off his instincts. Harry rolled off his bed, his wand was in his hand with a thought. He banished the blankets toward the doorway and summoned a plank of wood from the floor to work as a floating shield.

"What the fuck, Merlin?" Faith yelled as she wrestled with the blanket.

Harry blinked the sleep out of his eyes, "Faith?"

"Who else would it be?" She asked finally yanking the blanket away.

He stood, replacing the floating plank and setting the blanket on the bed, "it's a long list."

"Damn," Faith chuckled. "Good reflexes. I didn't expect the blanket."

"A lot of spells require line-of-sight to cast effectively," Harry flicked his wrist, silently casting Tempus. "It's four in the morning."

"I wanted to see if you were awake to work off some tension," she shrugged.

Harry squinted at her. The sudden burden of consciousness wasn't doing any favors for his mental aptitude. The word 'tension' stuck in his half-awake brain.

"Lay down on your stomach," he said as he scooted over to make space.

Faith stripped out of her clothes before she did as he said. She wiggled her tight ass at him, arching it up slightly to further tempt him. Harry straddled her legs. She had just enough time to wonder why he hadn't taken off his clothes before his hands started to work on her back. Any higher thought fled her mind as his dexterous fingers massaged the along her neck, shoulders, and back. This had not been her intent, but she was not about to tell him that at this point. Some distant part of her brain that still had enough awareness to wonder if he was using magic. That part quickly decided it didn't matter as long as he kept going.

Harry kept working, still mostly asleep. He didn't realize she had drifted off until one of her snores jumped him back to wakefulness. Harry got back under the covers and pulled them up over her as well. He was asleep the moment his head was on the pillow.

~

Faith woke up feeling better than she had in years. She opened her eyes to find that she was cuddled next to Harry. Her head resting on his chest and her leg tucked around him possessively. She shrugged; this wasn't the first time she had woken up naked in a bed that wasn't hers after a night of slaying. Her words from the other day rang true, staking vamps always made her hungry and horny.

She slipped out of bed and grabbed her clothes from the floor. Maybe Buffy just needed to get laid. She was wound tight. Maybe she should point her toward Harry? Nah, Buffy didn't have the vibe of someone that could share her toys. She wouldn't be cool with Harry knocking boots with both of them. Her loss.

Faith paused in the doorway to study Harry's sleeping form. He was a fun lay, a good cook, and his tongue was magical. Last night he proved that his hands were too. She'd have her fun while she hung around. Sunnydale was nice enough, but it wasn't hers. If anything, it was a bit too nice. How could a place be full of vampires, demons, and other random creepy-crawlies while still having an active nightlife? The people here didn't realize how lucky they were to have a Slayer. This place would be a monster buffet without Buffy around.

That was another thing that made it rough to be here. Buffy. Boo-hoo, she had to kill her boyfriend the same night her mom yelled at her. How horrible to have friends, a mother than didn't put cigarettes out on her arms, a Watcher that hadn't been murdered in front of her, and a real home to go to at the end of the day.

Faith shook the thoughts away. She couldn't think about that. Shower, food, fuck Harry senseless, then check if the Watchers Council had contacted Giles yet. She could probably skip the food.

She tossed her clothes on her bed and went straight for the shower. The hot water reminded her just how amazing that massage had been. Unfortunately, it also gave her plenty of time to think.

Kakistos was hundreds of miles away, there was no way he would track her here. There was already a Slayer in town, everyone knew Buffy was in Sunnydale. News of a Slayer wouldn't be strange, that's why she chose this place. She couldn't just stop killing monsters. Anywhere she went she would rack up a kill-count that eventually attracted attention. Kakistos was looking for her, he wouldn't let her get away that easily. No one would think twice about vampires and monsters getting dusted where the Slayer lived.

Giles was on the outs with the Watchers Council. Her Watcher had told her that. The retreat was the perfect way to slow the news. People always underestimated her intelligence. She might not have graduated high school, but she knew how the world worked. Get Buffy's minions to like her, kick some ass, and make it clear she was too valuable before the Watchers got back to Giles. She'd be in too deep for them to dismiss her. It would give her enough time to come up with a better plan.

Faith finished her shower and dried off. She tossed on a red tank-top and black panties before making her way to the kitchen. Harry wasn't awake yet. She figured it was her turn to make breakfast. The kitchen was well-stocked. Thankfully, the choices weren't British. While she wasn't an amazing cool, she could toss a few things together. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and toast were easy enough. There were a lot of spices that she didn't recognize, so she stuck to salt and pepper. Harry could always add more if he wanted.

"Good morning to you too," Harry said as he entered the kitchen.

Faith crossed her arms under her bust, "the food or me?"

"Both," Harry winked at her. "You didn't have to make breakfast."

She shrugged. Harry's eyes dropped to the nice bounce of her breasts. Faith gave him a smug look when he looked back at her face.

"The view is definitely a bonus," Harry chuckled.

Faith served a couple of plates and put them on the table. Harry joined her. She watched intently as he took his first bike. He gave an appreciative nod.

"Do you like to cook?" Harry asked.

"Food is food," she replied between bites. "I like it easy, fast, and filling."

Harry chuckled, "are we still talking about food?"

"That depends," Faith purred. "Are you finished?"

Harry put his fork down, wiped his mouth with his napkin, and stood. He stalked over to her, Faith smiled at him as he got closer. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top and pulled it over her head. Harry's eyes devoured her as she stood and shimmied out of her panties. She returned the favor as he stripped out of his pants as well.

His cock began to harden with each beat of his heart. Faith took his throbbing member in her warm palm and pumped it slowly. He groaned and clutched her shoulders as his cock pulsed with excitement. She looked up at Harry. His eyes burned with lust. He pushed her to the ground roughly and crawled onto the floor between her open thighs. They both understood that there was a time for romance and when they just needed to a good fuck.

She watched in anticipation as his face hovered above her pussy. Faith arched her back and her ass lifted towards him eagerly. His tongue dipped inside her soaking cunt and teased her clit as he pulled away making her screamed in pleasure.

Harry's tongue vibrated, sending her vision white as her orgasm washed over her. She heard her fists slam into the ground beside her as her body rocked in pleasure. Faith locked her ankles together behind his head. Desire surged over her like a wave as her climax began to ease. She gripped his wild hair as he continued to torture her with his tongue. Faith felt her juices start flowing more as her legs clenched around him.

Harry pulled away, pressing against her legs. She let out a little whine as his tongue stopped. Her heart pounded in her ears and her breath came in short gasps.

"Harry," she gasped. "Please..."

He chuckled softly seeing Faith go from dominant to desperate on the tip of his tongue. Harry reached up with his left hand to squeeze her breast gently. He bent down slightly, and his tongue traced the outside of her cleavage. When his teeth scraped across her sensitive skin she gasped in shock. Her nails teased his scalp, making shivers go down his spine.

While he did that his cock nestled at her hot and wet lips. Faith let out a hungry moan when he pushed forward slowly until the tip of his cock teased her opening. She gasped when he entered her in one slow movement, pressing herself against him. Harry grasped her hips, steadily pushing forward until he bottomed out inside her.

They held each other tight and enjoyed the feeling of their naked bodies pressed together. Faith allowed herself a moment of true comfort. She let out a soft moan as he lifted his weight and snapped his hips forward and thrust deeply into her.

Harry rocked his hips gently and drove deeper into her. His hands roamed her body, played with her tits as they moved together, keeping pace with each push. He thrust faster and harder and she matched his rhythm perfectly.

Faith grabbed the back of his head and shoved his face into her breasts. Harry gladly took the hint, kissing, licking, and nibbling her chest. She gasped when he rolled his tongue over her erect nub. Faith squirmed beneath him and felt her body tighten with each thrust of his cock. Every time he entered her she could feel his balls slapping against her cunt. It sent shivers through her entire body.

Her climax began to build in intensity, and she squeezed her legs around him tighter. Harry grunted and thrusted harder as he continued to plunder her wet snatch. He fucked through her orgasm, dragging it out until she thought she'd go insane.

Faith screamed as she released all of the building pleasure. Her body shook, her cunt gripped him with every powerful thrust of his big dick.

Harry continued fucking her as her orgasm slowly wound down, now chasing his own end. Soon he was pounding his cock into her without mercy. She grabbed handfuls of his ass and pulled him closer.

Her eyes closed and she drifted into blissful oblivion as she felt her insides ripple with each pounding of Harry's magical cock. She rode his member to another climax, screaming out his name as she came again. He put more speed and power in his thrusts until he felt the building pressure of an oncoming orgasm. His slammed his hips forward, pushing as deep as he could, as he pumped her full of his cum.

"Damn," Faith said as she finally loosened her leglock.

Harry chuckled, "I'll take that as a compliment."

They both moaned as he pulled out of her. Faith let out a sigh of contentment. Maybe her stay in Sunnydale wouldn't be too bad.

~

Harry stepped out of the shower. The unexpected tumble with Faith had been a nice surprise, as was the breakfast. She as gone when he finished by the time he was dried off and dressed. They hadn't told each other their plans for the day. Living with her was kind of like having a cat. She could take care of herself and would come back when she was ready. He skipped his morning jog, not wanting to waste more time taking another shower. Harry decided to walk down to the Magic Shop before he moved on with the rest of his plans.

"Welcome to the Magic Box, let me know if you need help," Stella recited once she heard the bell above the door chime.

She perked up when she finally looked to see who it was.

"Hey, Harry," she waved at him.

The college-age looking customers turned to see who he was. They wore shades of black, dark make-up, and lots of jewelry. Seeing him dressed in jeans and a T-shirt without a single occult symbol then dismissed him.

"Hello, Stella," he replied.

Her smile brightened, "you remembered."

He returned the smile as he crossed the room, "I thought it was the Magic Shop."

"Nope," she shook her head. "Magic Box. What brings you in today?"

Harry listed off the ingredients for the Wolfsbane Potion. He had enough for one dose and wanted to prepare for the next month. There were a lot of potions that he realized could help his adventures in Sunnydale. He planned on sharing as well. Pepper-Up Potions would help both Faith and Buffy during their night patrols. The various healing potions he had learned through his travels would prove useful as well.

"Do you have any cauldrons?" Harry asked.

A look of pure relief flashed across her face.

"Yes," she said with a groan. "I have an entire rack of them that have been her for years. You have no idea how much Ministry Standard equipment I had to order to get this place authorized." She dropped her voice to a whisper. "You're the first real wizard I've talked to in far too long."

Harry looked over his shoulder at the others, "those aren't…?"

"No," she shook her head. "They can do magic, not our kind, but something. It's more rituals, potions, and long incantations. They wouldn't know what to do with a wand if they had one."

Stella went into the back to get his order. Harry stayed where he was in an effort to show the other customers that Stella was busy helping him. That didn't seem to matter as a woman in a sheer black shawl strode over to the counter and stepped around him. She shot him an impressive impression of a Pureblood sneer, daring him to say something. The woman was like a knock-off mixture of Malfoy and Petunia.

Harry shuddered at the conjured images. He desperately wanted to Obliviate the thought from his mind. Not that he would, mental magic wasn't something casually tossed around. Especially under duress.

"You're being rude," the woman snapped.

"Hm?" Harry came back to reality at her words.

"I said," she repeated louder. "You are being rude. You should apologize, I know the owner."

Harry raised his eyebrows at the statement, "good for you."

He had enough experience with self-important morons to see where this interaction was going to play out. A fake cough covered his whisper of Confundus. Her eyes went distant.

"Did you forget the powdered Fluxweed?" Harry asked casually.

The woman blinked, looked down at her basket, then back at him. She managed to give him a dirty look even in her muddled mental state. The woman strode off with a huff, not looking back to give him any sort of answer.

Fluxweed had to be picked at the full moon, thus making it incredibly expensive. Powdered Fluxweed was even pricier as it required multiple plants to create. He wasn't sure if Stella had it in stock. If she did, it would be a nice payday.

Stella came out of the back holding a Ministry Standard Cauldron filled with the ingredients he had requested. She shot a questioning look at the rude woman who was now searching the potion supplies. Harry smiled and shrugged.

He paid for his items and tucked them under his arm.

"Thanks," Harry said after paying.

"Come back anytime," Stella replied with a smile.

Harry paused, "do you have any powdered Fluxweed?"

Stella's eyes went wide at the request.

She nodded, "a little, why?"

"No reason," Harry chuckled.

He stepped outside, made sure no one was looking, and shrank everything down for easier transportation. It was a quick trip back to his place before he headed to Sunnydale High School. He was going to see if Giles would help him arrange some physical training.

~NOTE:Buffy/Harry isn't out of the question, it just isn't going to happen right away. At this point in the timeline, she is still getting over Angel and it gets even more complicated as the season progresses. If they do hook-up it would be next 'season' at the earliest.