For you two (TFATF/XXX-Crossover)

It surprised me a bit that up there I found some sort of double railed iron gangway that lead around all four pillars which carried the giant lightning frame.

Interesting enough, I remembered that I had never seen that from below; which was probably because of the lights hanging just under the gangway. I held on to both rails with my hands as if it was for my dear life and tried not to look down; not even to my feet with the iron grid below them through which I could have probably seen the ground approximately six yards below.

Xander, however, seemed to feel at home. He rattled the balustrade, as if to see how solid it was, then bowed wide over the rail to stare interested at the people on the dancefloor.

"How the hell did you know that something like this was up here?" I managed to ask, already feeling sick again from the way he was hanging over that handrail.

"I looked up, Dana."

"Well, I've been here, or rather, down there, countless times but I've never seen this, Xander."

"Then you should learn to use your eyes properly. Now - what do we have on our training list so far? Usage of eyes, bearing heights, self control, riding bikes... interesting mix, I have to say."

"Training list?" I raised my eyebrows as he came closer and pulled me into his arms.

"Yeah, training list. You didn't think that you would get away from me without learning something, right?"

Got you where I want you, I thought. A 'training' list would require most certainly some days of training, if not weeks. Good.

"And what, oh great master, would you like to teach me up here?" I teased and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"For a start... self control. Trust. And, of course, bearing heights. Which, of course, can all be taught at once if you just remember what I already taught you."

"You already taught me something?" I wondered. "Now what might that be?"

"Giving yourself to me. Letting go. Forgetting the surroundings." He said and started to kiss me.

His hands were wandering up and down my back and eventually I felt them opening the neckholder of my shirt.

"Someone might see us up here..." I protested not really wholeheartedly past his mouth.

"Doubt that. And if, so what? Think they'd come to get us?" He chuckled back.

Yeah, so what, Xander, I thought while his hands were running over my breasts; massaging, kneading, pinching, feeling the skin and flesh under them.

"You're... hard." I noticed while he pressed his body close to mine.

"Been hard ever since we've been on that bike, Dana."

"Bikes make you hard?" I asked not really seriously.

"Just if someone is playing inside my pants when I do." He chuckled.

"Okay, that's a reason." I blushed and felt him opening my pants. "What the hell are you doing there?" I asked. Standing there with bare breasts was one thing... with open, let down or even without pants another.

"You wouldn't deny me that, would you?"

One look into those eyes and I was lost and will-less again. Dammit, I thought, this man's bringing me to my limits and far over them...

"Training." He stated while pushing my pants down over my ass. "That's just the training I was talking about. You're gonna learn something tonight; I promised you that. Take them off, I won't kneel to remove your boots to do that. Hate kneeling."

Aha, you hate kneeling, I thought. Well, we'll see how much I can train you... but not right now.

Because, frankly, 'right now' was the point of time when I was bending down to remove my boots and felt his hand sliding down my back, down my ass and between my legs; exploring, moving, tickling, heating me up.

"Xander..." I said slowly, looking up to him. "If you don't stop that, I'll never be able to remove the boots, then I won't be able to remove those trousers, which would then lead to the fact that you can't have what you want right now."

"I can have anything I want, Dana." I heard him reply and stared at my shoes a bit irritated when I felt him moving behind me, grab the sides of my hips and pull me close to him, making my back bump into his front. "I could just take it; the position you're in is just too tempting..." He chuckled.

Oh. My. God. I felt myself freezing.

"Don't like that too much, hmmm?" He said, bending down over me so that he was speaking closer to my head.

"Doesn't have too much to do with 'not liking', Xander; but unless you shrank considerably in the last hour or so I don't think you would fit in there without a ton of lube or a blood bath for the people on the dancefloor." I grumbled and pushed the first boot off my foot; not too easy with his weight partially leaning on me from behind.

"So... you do like... that?" It didn't sound like a question; more like a request for permission.

"Sometimes. Not all the time, though." I shrugged.

"Good to know." He replied and removed his weight from my back.

Bad you know, I thought and had the mental image of a rope being squeezed through the eye of a needle for a moment when I took the second boot off.

My pants found their way down my legs and I felt Xander hugging my waist from behind when I stood straight again.

"Don't think I don't appreciate what you're doing here." He whispered into my ear. "I know you're terribly scared when you look down. I also know you're scared someone might look up and see what you could never see from down there. I love what you're doing for me, you know that?"

"I don't, so you better make me know it." I sighed.

"I will, but you have to trust me." He said.

"Trust you with what?" I asked and turned around to face him.

"Everything." He said and started to kiss me.

Damn, that guy could kiss; not that this was new to me, but still. Forgotten were the height, the fact that I was almost naked, the rope and the needle's eye and everything else; there were just his arms, his lips and his tongue. Oh, and his body, which, as far as I could tell without looking, was mostly naked now.

I felt him lifting me up and draped my legs around his waist. That he was able to support me like this without any wall in my back or something didn't really surprise me any more after what had happened in the kitchen much earlier this evening.

He nuzzled his way along my cheek to my ear.

"Close your eyes. Leave them closed; no matter what I do. Think you can manage?" I heard him say.

"Depends how good you are at distracting me from opening them." I chuckled.

I felt his legs moving; it was either turning or walking, I couldn't quite place it. Then I could feel him penetrating me with slow moves of his hips. Slowly, carefully. I assumed that this was because he was standing and had to support my weight.

"You need to lock your feet behind my back; just to make this a bit more safe. Know what I mean?" He asked, his tongue playing with my ear.

"I do." I replied and did what he told me.

One of his hands was removed from my ass and held on to the small of my back, the other was bending my torso down backwards a bit.

I assumed that if he continued to bend me down, my head would eventually touch the grid below us.

""Do you know what an adrenaline kick is?" He asked, still moving slowly inside of me.

"Sure." I sighed.

"Do you know what it does?"

"Well, basically it prevents the system from shutting down in a dangerous situation, as far as I remember, and makes you feel high..."

"Did you ever have one, Dana?"

"Several times, yes. Though just while driving cars, Xander..." What the hell did he want from me?

"How much do you trust me, Dana?" He whispered into my ear.

"More than I like." I replied and tried to lift my head up, just to feel it pressed down again.

"Not enough for me." He said. "I don't want 'but', I don't want 'perhaps', I don't want to play games."

"Except if those are your own games, Xander?" I laughed. "Won't work. Either it's trust on and no games on both sides or the opposite. What do you want, Xander?"

"I want you to trust me."

Damn, his mouth was so close to my skin that I could feel his warm, wet breath.

"And I will trust you if you trust me."

"Do you want to know how much I trust you, Dana? Do you want to feel it?"

"I'm awfully curious how you'll enable me to feel trust, Xander, especially considering the weird position I'm currently in; but yes, I'd love to feel it."

"I trust you so much..." His hand was wandering from the back of my neck around it, dropping my head back in the process, "...that I trust you to hold on to me unconditionally, without fear, because you trust me to be able to hold you now."

"Huh? I don't understand..."

"Dana, this is serious. If you don't trust me now, if you do things that show you don't trust me, you'll be dead. But if you trust me I promise you'll have the adrenaline rush of your life."

"Xander... what..." I squeezed my eyes shut, scared to see what he had done with me.

"Relax, Dana. Your life depends on it. Relax and give yourself to me, it's the greatest gift you can give to me and yourself - unconditional trust. Don't forget to keep your eyes closed."

He started to move inside of me; not the slow, careful moves of before; this was powerful, strong; and I still had no idea how on earth he was supporting me; holding me up.

Besides his one hand holding me and his body between my legs I occasionally felt something beneath my ass; something cold; and assumed that he perhaps had knelt down on the grid of that gangway; but somehow what I felt there didn't feel like a steel grid.

Not that I would have given a damn about what was beneath or around me; there was a Xander before and inside of me, and what that particular Xander was doing there was... awesome.

Damn, that man was personated sex.

I remembered having seen a tattoo on his neck earlier that evening; the triple 'X'. It just seemed befitting.

That man could really, really fuck a woman's brains out. Not that this was too difficult now with me practically hanging from his waist at an almost horizontal angle.

I felt myself breaking out in sweat, heard his fast breath combined with mine; deep moans from both of us. Nothing else mattered. So close, I thought, so close...

He pulled me upwards a bit with his hand that wandered from my back to my neck; I felt the coldness of steel beneath my ass once more and then I heard his voice in my ear.

"I'll let go of your back. I'll hold you, don't be scared. Just open your eyes when you come. Come with me, Dana."

His other hand was tracing my breasts, then pressed my chest downwards while the hand that held my neck was all of a sudden removed and I felt myself falling back; my hands that had had held on to his arms fell down behind me, deeper than my head, even.

No ground I could touch.

I didn't even want to think about where I was. Definitely no more over that damn gangway. If I wasn't over the gangway, where was I then? Hell, what was this man doing....

What did it matter. He moved inside of me, the steel was now beneath my thighs, and I felt myself coming.

Eyes wide open.

For a moment I held my breath, couldn't believe what I saw there hanging head down.

I found myself flying in the air, over the dancefloor. Nothing between me and that fucking, so-far-away dancefloor and the people six yards below me.

It took me a moment to realize that I was actually hanging over one of the handrails - the steel under my legs had been just this - and the only thing that prevented me from falling down were my legs around his waist and his hands that held my hips in an iron grip now.

"Oh gods..." I whispered when I felt the adrenaline and the orgasm kicking in at the same time.

Then, for a short time, nothing except fireworks, starbursts before my eyes; enhanced by the fact that I was really hanging head down. No fear; just the moment of him and me practically floating in the air between ceiling and ground. It was so hard to get down from that floating feeling that I didn't even notice him coming, too.

Just when I felt that his hands were shivering on my hips was the time when I realized what kind of experience he had given me there.

Total, unconditional trust; and I finally understood the meaning of his words. If I had panicked, he wouldn't have been able to hold me.

That, really, had been the very first time I had felt trust.

He pulled me back up over the rail, practically falling backwards down with me on the gangway. From what I could see in his face, he was mostly out of power - no wonder, I thought, having to hold me in that position and having sex.

I just leaned my head to his chest, trying to will my breathing to normal. My wrists hurt like hell, something I already knew from other adrenaline kicks I had; but it didn't really matter. All I could think of was that moment of fireworks, leaning to the warmth and sweat of his heavily breathing chest.

It took him some minutes to find his voice again.

"You okay?" He asked, a shaky hand stroking over my hair.

"Don't know." I replied with a rasp voice. "Perhaps I fell down and landed in heaven, I'm not so sure."

"I'd never let you fall." He said and kissed my head.

"Good to know." I said, not really convinced. No way he could have held me if I hadn't trusted him. If he hadn't trusted me to trust him, that was.

I just hoped he was aware what he had given to and taken from me at that moment.