Backfire - Spander Files

upper thigh. Her skirt was loose and short and he found his way up to her panties in
no time. When his fingers touched the wet material, he finally broke the kiss.
Xander watched her face as he made the first stroke along the softness that hid
beneath the cloth.
Cordelia was beautiful. A goddess before his face and under his fingers. Her breath
was deep and scattered and she wasn’t the queen for that moment, but a princess at
the mercy of the prince.
But Xander was no prince, he knew that. He wanted her at that moment more than
anything. On the tip of his tongue were words that he was sure she didn’t want to
hear. Words like, I want to fuck you, I want to feel my cock inside your tight body
and make you scream my name when you come.
He wanted to push her onto the floor and plunge inside of her. Feel her rip and
bleed and beg for more as he sunk his teeth into her neck.
Something sharp thunked in his brain and he broke from her completely, propelling
himself to the other side of the closet, gasping for breath and feeling Mini-#6 trying
to break its way to the surface to berate him for what he was just thinking.
Cordelia stared at him. The look of ecstasy on her face changing immediately to
hurt, then anger.
“What are doing, Xander?”
“This…this isn’t a good idea, Cordy.” He could see her start to protest. Could see
the words almost leave her mouth, but then she blinked and took a deep breath,
looking around the tiny room.
Then she was the queen again. In control and in denial. “Yeah, like I’d ever let you
touch me in this dirty closet,” she snarked and straightened her skirt. She began
looking for her book bag, finding it shoved onto a shelf near the door. “It’s not like
it would be any good anyway. Like you have any idea how to touch a woman.
Don’t even know why I bother with you.”
Well, that took care of #6. No guilt or shame here. But how about a little anger?