"After All Hope Is Abandoned" 1/1 Buffy/Xander FRMA
Title: "After All Hope Is Abandoned"
Author: Bri/jadedcynic
Email: jadedcynic @ livejournal . com
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Xander, Faith/Cordelia
Rating: FRMA, for sexual situations
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss's, blah blah blah don't sue. *eyeroll*
Summary: Pain, and pleasure, and fantasy and reality. What makes one different than the other?
Word Count: 2,688
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to my Faith/Cordelia fic Night Watch. This is Buffy/Xander, but it's not entirely 'shippy. Actually, it's rather dark. Be warned, their actions might seem out of character, but only for the time in canon this is set (sometime in season three of Buffy). I think both characters have the potential to be this self-destructive and full of self-loathing (Buffy certainly does, as we saw in season six). For sarakat, who has been begging me for Bander fic, specifically Bander porn, for as long as I can remember. Hope you like it! (Un-beta'ed. All mistakes are mine.)
The one and only time I ever had sex with Angel, it was magical. I'd fantasized about sex before, of course, and figured it felt good or it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I could never have imagined it would be so… intense. So powerful.
Then I woke up and my lover was a demon who wanted to kill me and everyone I loved. I guess it was a trade-off.
Does that mean this time I'm going to get something good for what I'm doing?
Probably not. It's still intense and powerful, it's just not magical. And it's not like I deserve anything good, not after what I did to him. What I did to myself.
It's hard to keep those thoughts out of my head as I make my way to his house at nights. When I slip inside his window and his eyes feast on me. Not in adoration or worship, but pure lust. Apparently I don't deserve that pedestal he used to put me up on, either.
I never would have thought that I'd get sucked into a purely sexual relationship as a form of penance. Eighteen years old, and I'm paying for my sins by fucking Xander's brains out. Or by letting him fuck mine out. Either way, there's lots of fucking. And it feels disloyal to Angel to say it, but it's good.
"Oh God, Xander, harder!"
He must have learned from porn movies or something, because even though he was a virgin the first time I came over, stripped my clothes off, climbed on top of his cock and thrust down, he could make me come every time. He knew what he was doing, and he made me beg for it.
"You like that, Buff?" he panted as he glided above me, his hips pumping, burying his cock inside me. "You want more?"
"Yes, please," I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders while I arched my hips up, spreading my legs wider so that I could take him deeper. "Fuck me, oh God, fuck my pussy hard! Oh, God, Xand! You feel so-" gasp "-good inside me."
I never would have thought it, not that I ever thought about Xander and sex before then, but he loves it when I talk dirty. It makes him harder, me wetter, so I made myself get past the embarrassment of the words to make it better for both of us.
He grunted as he thrust harder, then he grabbed my knee and pulled my leg up, lifting it so that my ankle rested on his shoulder. He slid in deeper and I cried out in pleasure.
"Want me to make you come?" he asked, his voice harsh as he pounded into me, and he slipped his hand between our slick bodies. His thumb settled on my clit and rubbed it in rough circles until my whole body pulsed and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed helplessly, the sensations overwhelming me, and he got mad.
He pulled out of me, rolling me over and slapping my ass, hard. "I told you to be quiet!" he hissed, and I muffled my cries in his pillow. "If my mom wasn't passed out in an alcoholic stupor, she'd have come barging in here wondering what in the hell was going on!"
I lifted my head away from the pillow. "I'm sorry," I whispered weakly. "I didn't mean to. It just felt so fucking good, Xand…" Tears sprang to my eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Damn right you won't." His voice was bitter and he got off the bed. I rolled over and watched him walk to the window, his cock still hard and jutting up, pressed against his stomach. "Get out."
I blinked, panicking. "You don't mean that. You haven't even come yet!" I protested.
He shook his head. "I have a hand. I want you out. I should never have let this happen."
I couldn't let him do this. It was bad enough I'd lost Angel, bad enough that I fell hard for Faith and tortured myself by watching her fuck the hell out of Cordelia every night, but now the closest thing I had to someone who wanted and needed me was about to cast me aside, too. He couldn't.
"Xander, please don't," I begged, and he turned around. "Come back to bed," I invited, holding my breath.
His eyes were dull as he walked back over and pushed me flat on my stomach. He didn't say anything as he crawled back on the bed, straddling the backs of my thighs, and slid three of his fingers into my pussy. I shivered and moaned as he withdrew and then dipped them in again, several times, soaking his fingers. He pulled them out and lifted my juices to my asshole, rubbing the small ring with the wetness, and then he pulled my ass cheeks apart.
I bit into the pillow as he pushed the head of his cock into my ass, then steadily worked his way inside me until he was buried deep. Tears rolled down my face from the pain, but I didn't make a sound for fear that he'd get up again and this time really make me leave.
He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. He did that several times, letting me get used to him, before he began pistoning in and out of my ass rapidly. I felt the pleasure building up in me until it was too much to bear, and I buried my face in the pillow and let out a strangled cry as I came.
Xander followed soon after, his orgasm signaled by harsh gasps and then his body jerking while he came. He held himself up for a minute before pulling out with a small popping sound, then he grabbed a towel and wiped himself off.
I watched him slide on his boxers and curled up in the fetal position, hugging the second pillow to my chest. He glanced over at me, his eyes flat and indifferent.
"Okay. I came. Now you can get out."
*****
It was close to the same every night before, and each one after. Not that I went over every single night, but enough of them. It was more punishment, more self-torture, but at least I was getting something out of it.
I don't know which hurt more, the friendships lost, the dullness of Xander's voice when he spoke to me-I was no longer his Buffster, his hero, I was a fallen angel and a shattered dream-or the fact that I desired him and what he could do to me more than I'd ever wanted Angel.
I supposed Angel was my fantasy, and Xander was my reality, and no matter how much you like to fantasize, you always come back to reality and are happy for what you can get.
So I went to his house, and I slipped inside his window, and I undressed. I fucked him in more ways than he'd probably ever dreamed, showed him some moves that porno had never even considered, and we both came over and over again. I did that whenever I couldn't stand being alone anymore, anytime I craved the pleasure and the punishment more than I needed my pride.
We never talked. It was strictly sex, and once we'd both gotten off at least once or twice, he would roll over or get up and leave the room, and that's when I knew it was time to go. I tried not to slink out like a beaten dog with my tail between my legs, but that was what I felt like.
It was months later before I got the courage to say anything to him, to talk about the world beyond his bedroom. I'd gone over to his house around midnight, and he was waiting for me. He stroked his cock as I snuck in the window and started taking off my shirt.
"Stop."
I looked up at him, surprised. He was smirking.
"You don't have to get undressed. Just get on your knees."
I sank to my knees beside the bed, and he swiveled so that his legs were on either side of me. I looked down at his lap, his cock thick and hard and standing straight up. I could feel the lust curling in my stomach and dripping from my pussy, and I dropped my head and closed my lips over the head of his shaft.
He groaned helplessly as my mouth slid up and down his cock, my tongue caressing him and stroking in time with the fist I had closed around him. I bobbed my head on him, taking in his whole length before sliding up and letting go with a small popping sound. He gasped as I swooped back down, swallowing until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I forced it down, feeling it squeeze through until I started to gag and had to release him.
His hands were in my hair, guiding my head as I moved up and down, and his breathing hitched as I increased my pace, going and faster and faster while he tensed up and moaned louder, and then I slowed down suddenly, going slower and slower until I stopped, and he exhaled harshly.
"You bitch," he said, and his voice was almost laughing. "Nice trick."
I smiled a little, since that was the first time he'd expressed any kind of affection. It was strange how cold he'd become, but maybe he was starting to warm up.
He pulled me up off my knees and I straddled him, pushing his upper body until he was laid flat out across the bed. I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, but he put his hands on my hips so I couldn't undo my skirt. It didn't matter since I wasn't wearing panties, so I just rose up and let him guide his cock into me. I moaned a little as I sank down, taking him in deep.
I began to rock my hips, rising up a little and then thrusting down, and he guided my hips to match his rhythm as he thrust up. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed on either side of his shoulders, bracing against them as I drove down, taking his cock in all the way each time.
We picked up the pace until we were fucking frantically, me riding him for all I was worth and him planting his feet against the bed so that he could piston upward as fast as humanly possible.
He lifted his hands to squeeze and knead my breasts while I bounced on top of him, his thumbs feathering over my nipples. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out, and tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I began to gasp and shudder, and he put his hand over my mouth.
My cries were muffled against his palm as I came, the pleasure spearing through me and setting off nerve explosions in every part of my body. I clenched down hard around him, using my Slayer strength to drive him into madness.
His breath came out in a strangled hiss as he flipped me over and pounded into me like a jackhammer. "Oh God, Buff, I'm gonna come," he groaned, and all of a sudden I could feel him, his cock emptying into me. He continued to thrust lightly until he was done, and then he flopped over onto his back with a sharp inhalation of air. "Damn. That was good."
I whimpered my agreement, and a thought struck me. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I can't believe Cordelia would walk away from this. You guys were having sex, right?"
Xander was quiet, and I winced in fear that he would tell me to get out. Instead, he nodded.
"For a couple months," he said quietly, and I shook my head.
"I could never give up having this whenever I wanted it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. A little voice spoke up inside me. Not even for Faith? "Not even for Faith." I tried to grin at him. "Although if I didn't have to choose, I think having you and Faith together would be even better."
Xander just looked at me and didn't say anything for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Night, Buff."
My face fell, and I stood up and pulled my shirt back on. My thighs were sticky from our come running down them, but I ignored it and disappeared out the window.
*****
I wasn't able to go back for three nights. Giles wanted me to patrol, and Mom wanted some girl time. I figured it would be good to take a break from Xander. Maybe if he didn't have me so often, he'd like having me there better when I did come over.
I was hot with anticipation as I walked over to his house. I couldn't wait to feel him, his cock spearing into me, splitting me apart with pleasure. Three days was just too long. I carefully lifted his window, then swung my leg in.
He wasn't there.
I blinked, then looked around uncertainly. He'd always been there. What should I do now?
As my disappointment sank in, something else jumped in my brain. I hadn't been back to the motel room, not since Xander and I had started having sex. It wouldn't hurt to go back, just this once.
So I found myself heading over to Faith's motel. Sure enough, I saw Cordelia's car parked in front of Faith's room, and I crept up to the window and peered in.
My heart seized when I saw Cordelia on the bed, Faith between her legs, her mouth buried in Cordelia's pussy. Her tongue flickered over Cordelia's clit, three fingers pumping in and out of her rapidly.
I couldn't see Cordelia's expression of what had to be bliss. Xander's body was blocking my view of it, his cock in her mouth, his hips thrusting against her face.
My gaze went blank as I fell to my knees, and I watched the three of them fuck each other enthusiastically. I saw Xander's body jerk as he came, his come spilling over Cordelia's face when she couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all. I saw Cordelia's mouth open wide as Faith drove her tongue into her pussy and her fingers roughly fondled Cordelia's clit, and a split-second later the sound of her scream of ecstasy reached me through the thin walls.
I saw Faith dig into her bedstand drawer and pull out the harness with the purple strap-on cock. She dangled it in Cordelia's face and they laughed, while Xander's cock got harder and harder.
I watched as Cordelia shimmied into the harness, and Faith got on top of Xander and straddled him. He positioned his cock at her pussy and then thrust up sharply. She cried out, and Cordelia watched in lustful glee as she applied lube to the dildo. She got onto the bed, right behind Faith, and opened her ass cheeks wide. Faith moaned and ground against Xander's cock as Cordelia rubbed the fake cock against her asshole, then start pushing it in. Pretty soon, Faith was riding Xander hard while Cordelia fucked her roughly in the ass with the strap-on.
I couldn't help it; as devastated as I was, it was hot, and I reached up under my skirt and slid three fingers into my pussy, my thumb rubbing my clit furiously. I was so aroused, so slippery wet, that it didn't much effort before I was coming. I bit down hard on the fist I had pressed to my mouth as I shuddered and bucked against my fingers.
Faith looked up then, glancing over her shoulder. Her thick silky curtain of hair flowed over her back, and she angled her head so that she was staring out the window. Our gazes locked.
She winked.
Author: Bri/jadedcynic
Email: jadedcynic @ livejournal . com
Characters/Pairing: Buffy/Xander, Faith/Cordelia
Rating: FRMA, for sexual situations
Disclaimer: Not mine, Joss's, blah blah blah don't sue. *eyeroll*
Summary: Pain, and pleasure, and fantasy and reality. What makes one different than the other?
Word Count: 2,688
Author's Notes: This is a sequel to my Faith/Cordelia fic Night Watch. This is Buffy/Xander, but it's not entirely 'shippy. Actually, it's rather dark. Be warned, their actions might seem out of character, but only for the time in canon this is set (sometime in season three of Buffy). I think both characters have the potential to be this self-destructive and full of self-loathing (Buffy certainly does, as we saw in season six). For sarakat, who has been begging me for Bander fic, specifically Bander porn, for as long as I can remember. Hope you like it! (Un-beta'ed. All mistakes are mine.)
The one and only time I ever had sex with Angel, it was magical. I'd fantasized about sex before, of course, and figured it felt good or it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I could never have imagined it would be so… intense. So powerful.
Then I woke up and my lover was a demon who wanted to kill me and everyone I loved. I guess it was a trade-off.
Does that mean this time I'm going to get something good for what I'm doing?
Probably not. It's still intense and powerful, it's just not magical. And it's not like I deserve anything good, not after what I did to him. What I did to myself.
It's hard to keep those thoughts out of my head as I make my way to his house at nights. When I slip inside his window and his eyes feast on me. Not in adoration or worship, but pure lust. Apparently I don't deserve that pedestal he used to put me up on, either.
I never would have thought that I'd get sucked into a purely sexual relationship as a form of penance. Eighteen years old, and I'm paying for my sins by fucking Xander's brains out. Or by letting him fuck mine out. Either way, there's lots of fucking. And it feels disloyal to Angel to say it, but it's good.
"Oh God, Xander, harder!"
He must have learned from porn movies or something, because even though he was a virgin the first time I came over, stripped my clothes off, climbed on top of his cock and thrust down, he could make me come every time. He knew what he was doing, and he made me beg for it.
"You like that, Buff?" he panted as he glided above me, his hips pumping, burying his cock inside me. "You want more?"
"Yes, please," I whimpered, clutching at his shoulders while I arched my hips up, spreading my legs wider so that I could take him deeper. "Fuck me, oh God, fuck my pussy hard! Oh, God, Xand! You feel so-" gasp "-good inside me."
I never would have thought it, not that I ever thought about Xander and sex before then, but he loves it when I talk dirty. It makes him harder, me wetter, so I made myself get past the embarrassment of the words to make it better for both of us.
He grunted as he thrust harder, then he grabbed my knee and pulled my leg up, lifting it so that my ankle rested on his shoulder. He slid in deeper and I cried out in pleasure.
"Want me to make you come?" he asked, his voice harsh as he pounded into me, and he slipped his hand between our slick bodies. His thumb settled on my clit and rubbed it in rough circles until my whole body pulsed and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I screamed helplessly, the sensations overwhelming me, and he got mad.
He pulled out of me, rolling me over and slapping my ass, hard. "I told you to be quiet!" he hissed, and I muffled my cries in his pillow. "If my mom wasn't passed out in an alcoholic stupor, she'd have come barging in here wondering what in the hell was going on!"
I lifted my head away from the pillow. "I'm sorry," I whispered weakly. "I didn't mean to. It just felt so fucking good, Xand…" Tears sprang to my eyes. "I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"Damn right you won't." His voice was bitter and he got off the bed. I rolled over and watched him walk to the window, his cock still hard and jutting up, pressed against his stomach. "Get out."
I blinked, panicking. "You don't mean that. You haven't even come yet!" I protested.
He shook his head. "I have a hand. I want you out. I should never have let this happen."
I couldn't let him do this. It was bad enough I'd lost Angel, bad enough that I fell hard for Faith and tortured myself by watching her fuck the hell out of Cordelia every night, but now the closest thing I had to someone who wanted and needed me was about to cast me aside, too. He couldn't.
"Xander, please don't," I begged, and he turned around. "Come back to bed," I invited, holding my breath.
His eyes were dull as he walked back over and pushed me flat on my stomach. He didn't say anything as he crawled back on the bed, straddling the backs of my thighs, and slid three of his fingers into my pussy. I shivered and moaned as he withdrew and then dipped them in again, several times, soaking his fingers. He pulled them out and lifted my juices to my asshole, rubbing the small ring with the wetness, and then he pulled my ass cheeks apart.
I bit into the pillow as he pushed the head of his cock into my ass, then steadily worked his way inside me until he was buried deep. Tears rolled down my face from the pain, but I didn't make a sound for fear that he'd get up again and this time really make me leave.
He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in. He did that several times, letting me get used to him, before he began pistoning in and out of my ass rapidly. I felt the pleasure building up in me until it was too much to bear, and I buried my face in the pillow and let out a strangled cry as I came.
Xander followed soon after, his orgasm signaled by harsh gasps and then his body jerking while he came. He held himself up for a minute before pulling out with a small popping sound, then he grabbed a towel and wiped himself off.
I watched him slide on his boxers and curled up in the fetal position, hugging the second pillow to my chest. He glanced over at me, his eyes flat and indifferent.
"Okay. I came. Now you can get out."
*****
It was close to the same every night before, and each one after. Not that I went over every single night, but enough of them. It was more punishment, more self-torture, but at least I was getting something out of it.
I don't know which hurt more, the friendships lost, the dullness of Xander's voice when he spoke to me-I was no longer his Buffster, his hero, I was a fallen angel and a shattered dream-or the fact that I desired him and what he could do to me more than I'd ever wanted Angel.
I supposed Angel was my fantasy, and Xander was my reality, and no matter how much you like to fantasize, you always come back to reality and are happy for what you can get.
So I went to his house, and I slipped inside his window, and I undressed. I fucked him in more ways than he'd probably ever dreamed, showed him some moves that porno had never even considered, and we both came over and over again. I did that whenever I couldn't stand being alone anymore, anytime I craved the pleasure and the punishment more than I needed my pride.
We never talked. It was strictly sex, and once we'd both gotten off at least once or twice, he would roll over or get up and leave the room, and that's when I knew it was time to go. I tried not to slink out like a beaten dog with my tail between my legs, but that was what I felt like.
It was months later before I got the courage to say anything to him, to talk about the world beyond his bedroom. I'd gone over to his house around midnight, and he was waiting for me. He stroked his cock as I snuck in the window and started taking off my shirt.
"Stop."
I looked up at him, surprised. He was smirking.
"You don't have to get undressed. Just get on your knees."
I sank to my knees beside the bed, and he swiveled so that his legs were on either side of me. I looked down at his lap, his cock thick and hard and standing straight up. I could feel the lust curling in my stomach and dripping from my pussy, and I dropped my head and closed my lips over the head of his shaft.
He groaned helplessly as my mouth slid up and down his cock, my tongue caressing him and stroking in time with the fist I had closed around him. I bobbed my head on him, taking in his whole length before sliding up and letting go with a small popping sound. He gasped as I swooped back down, swallowing until the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. I forced it down, feeling it squeeze through until I started to gag and had to release him.
His hands were in my hair, guiding my head as I moved up and down, and his breathing hitched as I increased my pace, going and faster and faster while he tensed up and moaned louder, and then I slowed down suddenly, going slower and slower until I stopped, and he exhaled harshly.
"You bitch," he said, and his voice was almost laughing. "Nice trick."
I smiled a little, since that was the first time he'd expressed any kind of affection. It was strange how cold he'd become, but maybe he was starting to warm up.
He pulled me up off my knees and I straddled him, pushing his upper body until he was laid flat out across the bed. I reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, but he put his hands on my hips so I couldn't undo my skirt. It didn't matter since I wasn't wearing panties, so I just rose up and let him guide his cock into me. I moaned a little as I sank down, taking him in deep.
I began to rock my hips, rising up a little and then thrusting down, and he guided my hips to match his rhythm as he thrust up. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the bed on either side of his shoulders, bracing against them as I drove down, taking his cock in all the way each time.
We picked up the pace until we were fucking frantically, me riding him for all I was worth and him planting his feet against the bed so that he could piston upward as fast as humanly possible.
He lifted his hands to squeeze and knead my breasts while I bounced on top of him, his thumbs feathering over my nipples. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from crying out, and tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue. I began to gasp and shudder, and he put his hand over my mouth.
My cries were muffled against his palm as I came, the pleasure spearing through me and setting off nerve explosions in every part of my body. I clenched down hard around him, using my Slayer strength to drive him into madness.
His breath came out in a strangled hiss as he flipped me over and pounded into me like a jackhammer. "Oh God, Buff, I'm gonna come," he groaned, and all of a sudden I could feel him, his cock emptying into me. He continued to thrust lightly until he was done, and then he flopped over onto his back with a sharp inhalation of air. "Damn. That was good."
I whimpered my agreement, and a thought struck me. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out, "I can't believe Cordelia would walk away from this. You guys were having sex, right?"
Xander was quiet, and I winced in fear that he would tell me to get out. Instead, he nodded.
"For a couple months," he said quietly, and I shook my head.
"I could never give up having this whenever I wanted it," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. A little voice spoke up inside me. Not even for Faith? "Not even for Faith." I tried to grin at him. "Although if I didn't have to choose, I think having you and Faith together would be even better."
Xander just looked at me and didn't say anything for a moment. Then he shrugged. "Night, Buff."
My face fell, and I stood up and pulled my shirt back on. My thighs were sticky from our come running down them, but I ignored it and disappeared out the window.
*****
I wasn't able to go back for three nights. Giles wanted me to patrol, and Mom wanted some girl time. I figured it would be good to take a break from Xander. Maybe if he didn't have me so often, he'd like having me there better when I did come over.
I was hot with anticipation as I walked over to his house. I couldn't wait to feel him, his cock spearing into me, splitting me apart with pleasure. Three days was just too long. I carefully lifted his window, then swung my leg in.
He wasn't there.
I blinked, then looked around uncertainly. He'd always been there. What should I do now?
As my disappointment sank in, something else jumped in my brain. I hadn't been back to the motel room, not since Xander and I had started having sex. It wouldn't hurt to go back, just this once.
So I found myself heading over to Faith's motel. Sure enough, I saw Cordelia's car parked in front of Faith's room, and I crept up to the window and peered in.
My heart seized when I saw Cordelia on the bed, Faith between her legs, her mouth buried in Cordelia's pussy. Her tongue flickered over Cordelia's clit, three fingers pumping in and out of her rapidly.
I couldn't see Cordelia's expression of what had to be bliss. Xander's body was blocking my view of it, his cock in her mouth, his hips thrusting against her face.
My gaze went blank as I fell to my knees, and I watched the three of them fuck each other enthusiastically. I saw Xander's body jerk as he came, his come spilling over Cordelia's face when she couldn't swallow fast enough to get it all. I saw Cordelia's mouth open wide as Faith drove her tongue into her pussy and her fingers roughly fondled Cordelia's clit, and a split-second later the sound of her scream of ecstasy reached me through the thin walls.
I saw Faith dig into her bedstand drawer and pull out the harness with the purple strap-on cock. She dangled it in Cordelia's face and they laughed, while Xander's cock got harder and harder.
I watched as Cordelia shimmied into the harness, and Faith got on top of Xander and straddled him. He positioned his cock at her pussy and then thrust up sharply. She cried out, and Cordelia watched in lustful glee as she applied lube to the dildo. She got onto the bed, right behind Faith, and opened her ass cheeks wide. Faith moaned and ground against Xander's cock as Cordelia rubbed the fake cock against her asshole, then start pushing it in. Pretty soon, Faith was riding Xander hard while Cordelia fucked her roughly in the ass with the strap-on.
I couldn't help it; as devastated as I was, it was hot, and I reached up under my skirt and slid three fingers into my pussy, my thumb rubbing my clit furiously. I was so aroused, so slippery wet, that it didn't much effort before I was coming. I bit down hard on the fist I had pressed to my mouth as I shuddered and bucked against my fingers.
Faith looked up then, glancing over her shoulder. Her thick silky curtain of hair flowed over her back, and she angled her head so that she was staring out the window. Our gazes locked.
She winked.