Don't Stop Believing (SPN/BtVS crossover, John/Faith, R)
Author: Slaysvamps
Pairing: John/Faith – BtVS Crossover
Characters: John, Faith, Sam, Dean, Misc unnamed Slayers
Warnings: Violence, Adult Situations & Language
Stats: 6 sections, 5,356 words
Spoilers: SPN: Pilot, In My Time of Dying. BtVS: Series Finale
Complete: Yes

Disclaimer: If the Winchesters belonged to me, I think my husband would be mighty upset. Of course, if I owned the rights to Supernatural, we'd have lots more money so he might not care…

Summary: Five times Faith screwed John Winchester and the one time that she didn't.

Notes: Story inspired (in part) by some caps from Tru Calling. I was caught by the intense way JDM looked at Eliza, and my mind went wild… UnBeta'd so all mistakes are my own.

I. Going Anywhere

John Winchester was busy fighting a zombie when Faith first spotted him, too busy to see the others sneaking up behind him. The surprised cry of the walking dead when she jumped one of them tipped him off, and suddenly they were both fighting for their lives.

The fight was intense, fists and feet flying, knives getting knocked out her hands and a gun from his that went skittering away into the darkness. Faith went down under a hard blow to her back, and a moment later John's body was on top of hers, his heat covering her completely.

"Sorry, sweetheart," he murmured as lifted his weight off of her with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

The guy was hot, in an older man sort of way. He was in his late forties, probably ex-military of some type by the way he moved, and in prime condition despite his age. Tall, dark hair, slim hips and bedroom eyes, just the way Faith liked them. Dimples that went clear to the middle of his head and a gravelly voice that made her want to tie him to a chair and make him read her the phone book all day. Or some of it, anyway.

"As interesting as this could be," she purred, rubbing against the length of his body, "maybe we should wait until we finish off the zombies."

The expression on John's face was something between a grin and a grimace, but he didn't say a word. When he rolled to one side Faith rolled to the other, sweeping a machete off the ground and beheading one of the remaining zombies with a practiced motion she could have made in her sleep.

They both got a little roughed up in the struggle to take out the rest of the walking dead, but it wasn't rough enough to stop what happened next.

John's back made a slapping sound as it hit the side of the building, pushed against it by her hands on his chest. There already was enough blood on his shirt that she knew he wouldn't mind the blood on her hands adding to it.

"Whoa," he drawled in that gravel bottom voice. "The fightin's over, honey." He put his hands on her upper arms and tried to push her back but the girl was stronger than she looked. His face mirrored his surprise when he couldn't move her while she grinned up at him.

"Fightin' may be done," she whispered against the skin of his throat, "but I'm still itchin' to get physical."

She pushed up the fabric of his shirts, letting her hands run through the light matting of hair on his stomach. He hissed softly at the touch but stopped trying to push her away.

"I think I'm a little old for a girl your age," he protested softly. "I got a son not much older than you."

"You don't think he's out doin' the nasty?" she purred as she dropped slowly to her knees. "He looks half as good as you, I'd do him myself."

He started to answer but by then she had his pants open and her lips wrapped around his dick. His head fell back against the building as her mouth and hands worked magic on his body.

Next thing he knew she'd pulled him to the ground. He wasn't sure how she'd managed to get her pants off, but she was naked from the waist down when she straddled his hips and guided his dick into her body.

It'd been a long time since John'd had sex, but his body remembered what to do. He put his hands on her hips but she slapped them away. It was clear that the girl was in control, and she was just strong enough for him to let her do whatever the hell she wanted. Not that it was a chore, fucking a girl less than half his age. In fact it was pretty damn incredible.

He was still reeling from the aftershocks when he realized she was gone.