Public Display of Affection

Title: PDA (1/1)

Author: Brooke

Email: absolutxandman@yahoo.com

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. I wished I owned the two Xanders’ from “The Replacement” though. Buffy and friends are owned by Joss, Mutant Enemy, 20th Century Fox, The UPN and whoever else has rights to the show.

Summary: Sequel to “Holding Out”, but it might be ok as a stand alone if you didn’t read that one. Set four months later so everybody knows about Buffy and Xander, but Willow is having some problems with it.

Distribution: I don’t know why anybody would want this, but if somebody does…sure.

Feedback: Definitely!! Tell me if it sucked or if you liked it. Whatever. Just write back!

Authors Note: This takes place in an AU season 4. Xander and Anya weren’t that serious, and Riley was never there.

Dedicated to Shawn because not only is he my NC-17 guru, but he’s been writing the most fantastic stories for the last year. Happy birthday!!!!!! J

And to Socrates for creating this list, and so he knows that I am first and foremost a B/Xer.

Wave Point Beach
12:45 PM

“C’mon Buff, throw!” Xander laughed out loud at his girlfriend as she released the football and it flipped through the air to him.

“I am throwing.” Buffy pouted.

Xander caught the ball easily and showed her his grip, “You hold it like this. You’re throwing like a girl.” He drew his arm back and let go a strong pass.

“I am a gi…oofff!!!”

“Sorry!” Xander called when he saw her catch the ball using mostly her bare stomach.

Buffy’s scowl quickly turned into a smirk, “Well you would be the expert at gripping balls, aren’t you?”

Xander’s face flushed light red at her comment and wasn’t paying attention when Buffy let the ball go at top speed. She laughed out loud as his hands came up defensively in front of his face and the ball requochied off his arms with a loud popping sound. Xander narrowed his eyes and bent down to pick up the now deflated football. “I guess catch is out.” He commented dryly.

“You shouldn’t have made fun of me.” Buffy shrugged dismissive as they made their way back to the towels.

“No more catch?” Tara asked while Willow tried to light the hibachi grill in the sand.

“No more football,” Xander explained holding up the deflated toy while he plopped down on the sand, leaving his legs open for Buffy to take her seat in front of him. “Buffy slayed the pigskin.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend’s waist, pulling her back against his chest for a brief moment.

Willow looked up from her task for a moment to regard Xander’s explanation, but turned back to the fire when he saw him hug Buffy to himself.

“He said I threw like a girl.” Buffy pouted over her shoulder until she felt Xander’s lips press to the back of her neck in apology.

“You are a girl.” Willow stated confused as she finally lit the fire with a triumphant grin.

“I know. But it was the way he said it. He was making fun of me.” Buffy justified herself.

“I was not making fun of you,” Xander defended himself; “I was merely pointing out the irony of the situation. You can body slam Satan, but you throw like a six year old girl.”

He moved quickly as soon as the statement was done the sentence and was running down the beach before Buffy even stood up.

“Dammit Harris!” she yelled as she jumped up and chased after him.

Willow and Tara watched their forms retreat down the beach and could make out the faint laughs and screams. “I always thought a day off included more…resting.” Willow stated.

Tara watched Xander push Buffy into the water when she caught up with him, “They are resting.”

“Their version of resting makes me tired.” Willow shook her head as Buffy chased Xander back down the sand.

~*~*~

Xander stopped mid-stride in the surf and turned to face Buffy who stopped in front of him.

“One of two things can happen here Slayer,” he drawled in a bad western accent while he tried to catch his breath. “You can stand there and let me throw you in the ocean, or you can run a little ways down the beach and then I’ll throw you in the ocean.”

“You can barely breathe.” Buffy laughed defiantly, totally loving how during this day off she was really off. She hadn’t used extra Slayer strength to catch him when he ran down the beach moments ago, and she had no intention of using it if he were to decide to chase her. She could always count on Xander to give her some normalcy in her life.

“Now you have to ask yourself,” Xander spoke again, “Do you feel lucky?”

Buffy narrowed her eyes at her boyfriend and took a step back, preparing to run, but Xander moved quicker. Now on his second wind, he charged forward and hoisted the screaming, laughing Slayer up over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, his hand braced on her lower back to keep her secure while he jumped over the waves. Buffy squealed when Xander set his feet and flung her from his shoulder and she was dunked into the water.

“Oh you’re so gonna get it!” she yelled, standing up quickly and flinging her wet hair out of her face before advancing on him in the waist deep surf.

Xander let out a throaty laugh at the sight of her semi-menacing glare as she advanced on him, “Wait! Your tops undone!” he yelled and Buffy looked down briefly to check her bikini.

As soon as she looked away from him Xander started moving to swim away, and she again gave chase, only stopping when he felt her hand grip his ankle from behind forcing him to still. “Take it back.” She demanded, letting him go so that he could face her.

“Alright, alright. Your tops not undone.” He smiled smugly. She started moving towards him again and he waited until she got within arms length before placing his palm on her forehead, holding her back as if she were a pesky child.

She hated when he did things like this. He could be perfectly sweet one minute and a total boy the next. Luckily for her she always knew how to break him of that. Without warning Buffy’s scowl turned into a seductive grin and her hand came up to grab his wrist, slowly drawing it off her head and to her mouth where she sucked at his index finger.

She grinned inwardly as Xander’s smile disappeared and his mouth opened in a silent moan when she swirled her tongue around his digit. Xander’s breath quickened at the feel of his fingers in her hot mouth and he could feel his cock harden through his board shorts. Matters didn’t help any when Buffy guided his fingers away from her mouth and gently traced them down the side of her cheek to her neck and finally to her chest, where she firmly planted his palm against the wet cloth covered skin of her breast.

Buffy moaned lightly when Xander’s strong fingers began to knead her firmly and he took a step closer so that their bodies were pressed together. Xander leaned in to kiss her and Buffy ran her hand up through his hair…and dunked him under the water.

She was laughing when Xander sputtered, surprised, to the surface and tried to wipe the water from his eyes. “Gotcha!” Buffy exclaimed triumphantly. “I’m the Queen of payback, and you’re my he-bitch!”

“I told you no more Deuce Bigalo.” Xander shook his head at her, but his disapproving glare turned into a mischievous smirk as he grabbed her hips under the water and pulled her to him roughly, wrapping her legs around his waist without protest. He bent at the knees so that only their heads were above the water. “Tease,” he accused, running his hands downs her back and under the top of her bikini bottoms to grip her bare ass.

Buffy licked her lips unconsciously as she watched the water droplets course down his face and she wrapped her arms around his neck and locked her ankles together behind him. “Boy.” She accused back at him, unable to stop herself from rocking against him lightly. Not that she wanted to stop herself…then she felt his lips on her.

Xander kissed her gently, but at the same time hungrily, nipping and licking at her mouth. Buffy moaned as his tongue played with hers and he added more pressure to her ass and pushed her more firmly against his hardening member. He held her tightly to himself, once again reveling in the feeling of her breasts pressed hard against his chest, and the gentle rocking of the waves as he tried to keep them steady.

He moved his lips away from hers and licked his way down her neck, and she turned her head to the side to encourage him. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered against her skin and gave a quick sharp thrust of his hips to accentuate his point.

Buffy released a breathy moan in his ear and pulled herself closer to him before burying her mouth in his shoulder where she scrapped her teeth lightly over his skin, tasting the salty water. She felt the first tingle of wetness shoot through her core and couldn’t help the counter thrust of her hips against his.

“You’re pretty too.” She tried to joke, but her voice was thick.

“Well I did exfoliate this morning…” Xander quipped through panted breaths as they pounded against each other through their thin garments in earnest, both thankful for the cover of the ocean.

Buffy shifted as they pushed against each other and lined his erection up perfectly with her clit. She held onto him tighter and Xander could tell from the breathy moans she was panting out that she was really getting off.

He withdrew one hand from inside her bathing suit and reached up to grip her chin, forcing her lips to his in a hard wet kiss. Buffy’s tongue made the first move and plunged into his mouth, but she didn’t protest when he dueled back and she sucked and lapped at him strongly. She moved one hand from around his neck, scraping her fingernails lightly over his hardened nipple before slipping between them to grab his cock through his shorts.

“Arrrgghhh!!” Xander cried out at the sudden new contact and Buffy smiled against his mouth, breathing in his panting breaths. Buffy kept her eyes focused on his as she licked into his open mouth before kissing both his upper and lower lip while her hand massaged the bulge of him between their laps.

She pulled away slowly and grinned in his face while he struggled to keep his eyes open. “Have you ever fucked in the ocean?” Buffy asked in her perfect innocent voice, the one that always made Xander shudder with lust, and this was no exception.

He shook his head no slightly while he tried to find his voice. “When I was twelve I stared at the Berman girls in their bathing suits and their big brother sprayed me with a hose.” He managed tt out out under extreme duress.

Buffy giggled at his comment as much as his voice and he leaned over to take her ear into his mouth. “I never have either.” She whispered, her eyes scanning their surroundings and glancing towards the beach to see if Willow and Tara were paying attention to them. Satisfied that everything was in the clear Buffy’s hand began untying Xander’s shorts and she pushed them down with a sly grin.

Xander pulled her hard to himself, pulling a groan from her throat at the sharp contact of his rock hard dick against her, only separated by the thin fabric of her bikini. Xander licked at her lips again briefly, not believing that they were going to do this, before moving his hand from her hair to her breast and pulling the cloth triangle covering away from it so he could kiss at her bare skin.

He heard a deep grumble from Buffy’s throat when he sucked her hardened nipple into his mouth and when he scraped his teeth over it he felt her cease the jerking motions on him and her hand left his shaft. Buffy smiled as she pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and rubbed her now exposed sex against him under the waves. Xander took the hint and dropped his hand from her breast to his cock and grasped it, running the head lightly through her folds eliciting a breathy call of his name from her lips.

Xander smiled back at her, loving how her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip as she rocked against him, apparently trying to keep up her arousal without sending herself over the edge. Buffy gasped when he stopped his teasing at her opening and pushed the head into her body, letting out a breath as she gripped him tightly already. He bent his knees and set himself again as Buffy pushed down on him hard, shoving his cock deep inside her body.

“Buffff…” he sighed as she encased him in her tight heat. The temperature in her body greatly contrasting the coolness of the water. Xander groaned steadily as he started pounding into her, the rocking of the waves pushing against them slowing his hard movements. He felt Buffy thrust against him, meeting his movements forcefully while breathing into his ear.

“Xannnn…God, uhggghh,” she moaned and he felt her clench tig tighter inside. Xander turned his face to catch Buffy’s open mouth with his own while his other had slipped back to her ass adding more force as she slammed against him.

Buffy kissed him deeply as she scratched one hand lightly down his back while she braced herself with the other on his shoulder. “IloveyouIloveyousomuch…”she panted in mantra, her hand now resting on his firm ass, feeling his muscles flex and release with his exertion.

Xander could only moan out loud when he felt her tighten even further, “I…I love. Love you.”

Buffy lost the ability to form words as Xander continued to fuck into her and her eyes fluttered closed. She could feel the walls of her pussy clench and release lightly around him and knew that she was so close. Then it happened, and she could not hold back the scream the tore from her throat as she felt herself grip his cock tight inside of her for several moments before releasing and repeating the clenching again.

At first Xander’s head shot up at the sound of her scream, but before he could see if anyone had heard them he felt her contractions around him and her body quaked against his. He caught Buffy’s lips a wit with his own and had every intention of continuing his movements against her, but that thought flew out of the window as she came so hard that he was forced to still himself. He was glad her lips were smothering his cries as his hips thrust deep, almost involuntarily and he felt his cock jerk inside of her, emptying itself in hard bursts.

They stood still despite the slight quivering that they were both experiencing, trying to catch their breaths and staring into each other’s eyes while he was still inside of her.

“Love you.” Buffy whispered looking down into his eyes, sighing as he continued to fill her.

Xander grinned sheepishly while his hand came up to fix her top, “You’ve got good reason to.”

Buffy punched him in the shoulder while she lifted herself up and let him fall from her body. “Say it.” she demanded.

Xander smiled innocently and shook his head.

“Say it or you walk home naked.”

“How’s that gonna happen…” he didn’t get to finish the sentence before Buffy pushed him backwards into the water, and he felt his trunks being pulled off of him. When he was finally able to correct himself Buffy was a few yards away holding up the shorts triumphantly.

“Say it.” she smirked, wading backwards through the water.

Xander tried to swim after her, but the water got to shallow for him to stand up legally. “I love you Buffy.” He said dutifully.

“Awww…you can do better than that.” She took another step towards the beach.

“I love you Buffy. I love you so much that it hurts physically when you’re not next to me. I love you so much that I can’t breathe with out you by my side. You’re my world. You’re my widdle Snookie Bear.” Xander smiled, and Buffy knew that he meant it despite his sarcastic tone.

“You’ve got good reason to.” She said with a raised eyebrow and tossed him the shorts before turning back towards their friends.

~*~

The Magic Box
4:45 PM

“Xander, what are you doing?” Buffy asked with a wary grin, as she turned the page of the book in her lap. She was sitting on top of Xander with her back to his chest and her legs dangling on either side of his lap as he sat across two chairs.

After they had left the beach they had gone to Xander’s apartment to change, while Willow left to do inventory at the shop for Giles. Buffy and Xander, for some reason or another, had gotten roped into spending the remainder of the afternoon reading over some new musty old books that Giles had just gotten delivered, but as of this moment Buffy seemed to be the only one paying attention to what they were supposed to be doing…well, trying to pay attention. She was having some problems concentrating with her boyfriend’s mouth performing magic on her neck.

Xander placed a light kiss on her before speaking. “I’m kissing my girlfriend,” he murmured into her ear before burying his face back into her neck, his arms around her waist holding her to him securely.

“Hmmmm,” Buffy breathed out and settled further back against him, tilting her head more to the side, “Really, cuz the kissing sorta feels like you’re giving me a hickey.”

Xander pulled his mouth away again, “Only a small one.”

Buffy laughed briefly and made a move to sit up only to have Xander pull her back down, “C’mon Sweetie. You give’em to me all the time.”

Buffy could just picture his puppy dog face in place when he said that even though she wasn’t facing him, and she settled back into him while trying to refocus on her book. “Yeah, but when I do it they’re strategically placed. When you do it they’re just out in the open like I don’t have anything to where having sucking marks wouldn’t be appropriate.”

Xander merely shrugged his shoulders and tightened his hold on her while she sighed in contentment. “At least my way,” he said between light kisses to the mark he was making on base of her throat, “guys will see you and know that you have a boyfriend and then they’ll walk away.”

“So you want me to be a social recluse?” Buffy grinned.

“I want everybody to know that you’re taken.”

“And you don’t think I would tell them?”

“I don’t want them to even ask. I just want them to check you out and keep moving…”

“Oh, so this is a territory thing. Like dogs.” She said still not offering any protest.

“I’m glad you understand.” Xander nodded and resumed his actions on her neck.

“I didn’t say that.” Buffy denied, and felt Xander’s warm lips slide up her skin until they were pressed right beneath her right ear, “I’m just thankful that you decided to stop peeing on my leg.”

“I thought you would be,” Xander commented offhandedly around her ear, wishing that she would stop talking to him so he could concentrate. “I thought you might like this a little better.” He flicked his tongue against her skin and heard a soft moan escape her mouth, and her breathing increased as he continued his actions.

Buffy sat still for a moment, thoroughly enjoying what Xander was doing to her, until she felt his hands begin to move up her body, tickling her through the fabric of her shirt until he reached her chest and cupped her breasts in both hands.

“What do you think you’re doing now?” Buffy’s voice came out breathy much to her discontent, but she couldn’t help it with the feel of his lips and tongue against her now coupled with the sensations his hands were creating.

“Hugging my girlfriend.” Xander lifted his head again to explain, without intending on removing his hands from their new position as he squeezed her gently and flicked his thumbs over her hardening nipples, eliciting a more distinct moan from the Slayer.

Buffy managed a small laugh as she arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his strong hands and letting the book fall forgotten to her lap. “Generally, when you hug a girl you aren’t supposed to grab her boobs. You could get maced for that.” Buffy said lightly, licking her lips.

Xander smiled at how he was effecting her, “But when I hug my Buffy I can’t help but to grab her boobs, cuz I like them so much.” He kissed into her ear before once again dropping his head to lave the space between her shoulder and the base of her neck.

“As much as I love you liking them, Willow is right over there.” Buffy pointed out with a deep swallow as she forced her eyes open.

Xander gave her another firm squeeze through her shirt before he slid his hands down to the hem of her small tee shirt and then back up and under so that he was caressing her bare skin. “And now you’re concerned about Willow catching us, Ms. “Lets Fuck in the Ocean”? Besides she’s not paying attention to us.” He whispered, “We’re all the way over here…” he kissed the side of her head, “And she’s all the way over there, working and stuff.”

“We’re supposed to be reading.” Buffy complained weakly while shifting restlessly against him, now thinking about their earlier actions along with what he was apparently intending to carry out now. Xander to groaned into her ear as she was situated right on his rapidly hardening cock and gave a sharp upward thrust against her ass causing Buffy’s eyes to close as she released a slow breath.

“She could look over here.”

“She won’t, she’s shelving.” Xander tried to reassure, his eyes flicking towards the red head who was cataloging the jars behind the counter across the room, “You know how she gets when she’s shelving. A German invasion won’t distract her.”

“We can’t…” Buffy’s mind was telling her to stand up, but nothing in her was listening. Her words were lost as she felt Xander’s right hand slip from under her shirt and find the zipper of her pants on her hip. She could feel him grin against her cheek when he pulled it down and slipped his hand inside; gently tickling his was to her belly.

Buffy went on sudden alert, despite her lack of speech, when she felt Xander’s hand settle on her skin. The book in her lap came up, in hopes of shielding their actions and her eyes focused on Willow.

“You forget something when you were getting dressed?” Xander smiled slyly into her cheek as he inched his fingers down.

“These are leather pants,” Buffy insisted, “I can’t have panty lines. Plus, you didn’t do the laundry and I haven’t been to the dorm and Victoria is out of secrets.”

“I should be lazy about the house work more often.” Xander joked, his voice growing husky as he pet her gently before applying more pressure and massaging her with his fingers.

Buffy tossed her head back and bit her lip when she felt his fingers slide down further and part her folds with the lightest touch. He tickled her clit, lightly flicking it with his fingers for a moment, before his fingers continued their downward journey which concluded when he eagerly pushed two of his long fingers into her opening. He moaned deep in his throat at the high pitched squeak the Buffy emitted at his actions.

He gave her breast a finial squeeze before tugging at her nipple and sliding his hand down to push against her hips, trying to steady her movements as he began pumping his fingers into her slowly. Buffy couldn’t help but to flex her hips along with his fingers as he varied his pace, suddenly entering her in rough fast strokes, as he pushed deeper into her. Her body tensed in pre-orgasmic anticipation when she felt his fingers curl slightly and all of the sudden she became very aware of her own heartbeat as it threatened to burst in her ears.

Buffy thanked God that they were sitting behind the large table that was usually used for group meetings, and more importantly the fact that Willow was in charge of the shop today instead of Giles.

She wanted to say something, but was desperately fighting the urge her vocal chords had to work as Xander mastered her. Instead she chose the safest and hopefully most discrete option and clenched her inner muscles harder around his fingers, knowing that he could feel it, and reveling in the sound of his breath as its pace quickened against her ear. If she didn’t think that it would disturb her position, and in turn, her impending release she would have reached under her to stroke him back, but not right now...

Buffy shut her eyes involuntarily as Xander stroked into her wetness hard and deep and her hand came up to curl around behind his neck and force his mouth back down to her neck.

Xander readily obeyed and hummed against her flesh as the constricted flex of her hips caused her to rock roughly against his hard shaft. He lightly bit at the mark that he had made earlier with a moan when he felt her clamp his fingers in her again, only this time he had a feeling that it wasn’t intentional.

“Xannnn...love...that...” She couldn’t not speak to him as she felt him pushing her body past its limits and she tried to hold off the rush. Xander knew how it felt when she was close, and he loved it. He loved how her voice got right before he made her come. It got all whispery, and breathy, and utterly...beautiful.

She continued to rock against him when she felt his idle thumb go to work and slide easily up through her slit and part her nether lips to stroke against the sensitive underside of her clit. Buffy’s hips bucked out and her back arched as she turned her head to the side to muffle her cries in the side of Xander’s neck. She knew the move that he had just executed was enough to send her over the edge, and she fully intended to let it...until he moved again inside her. Buffy felt Xander’s two fingers turn upward so that as he continued his strokes he pushed against her G-spot while his thumb tickled her clit, smearing it in her own wetness.

Buffy inhaled a deep breath when she felt her orgasm start and she lost track of Xander’s actions as she let the sensation take her over completely. She could feel her body shaking; only being stilled by his hand gripping her waist, as her pussy spasmed around his digits strong and hard. When she was able to concentrate again she realized that his strokes had slowed when she had came, but he didn’t pull out of her. She knew that he would never let himself leave her body until she was satisfied; if for no other reason than the fact he loved knowing that he was the cause for her feeling that way.

It was not until her body slouched bonelessly against him that Xander’s fingers exited her and resumed their careful petting of her sex and she craned her neck to let him see her smile.

“See,” Xander whispered proudly while he listened to Buffy’s breathing slow and he tried to calm his own arousal. “Wills didn’t even look over here.”

“Buffy?” Willow’s chipper voice broke into their world and the Slayer jumped up and off her boyfriend’s lap much to soon for his tastes, leaving him to quickly replace her with a book.

“Yeah Wills?” Buffy asked with wide eyes, her voice warbled.

Willow hated both of them.

She looked over her best friends and feigned confusion. Did they think that she was stupid? Did they think that she hadn’t heard them having sex enough to know what it sounded like...hell, even looked like for that matter. She had it in her mind to tell them just what she knew about them, starting with what she had seen this afternoon at the beach. Four months had gone by since Buffy and Xander announced themselves and ever since then they thought that they were all 007 with their extremely inappropriate displays of affection.

“Giles left a training itinerary for you.” She said instead.

“But...Giles isn’t here,” Buffy said in, what Willow considered to be, an entirely too innocent a fashion. Who did she think she was talking to, Xander or Giles? “And you know what they say: ‘While the Watchers away, Slayers can play.’” Buffy grinned and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Who says that?” Willow asked in a harder than usual voice, and it was obvious that Buffy picked up her tone by the way she squirmed in front of her.

“Well...I’m sure somebody has...said that. In the past, somebody did...” Buffy didn’t fumble for words often, but the look Willow was giving her was enough to make her forget her own name.

Willow was cracking up inside. “Yeah, well, once you get back to me with a list of names of who exactly said...that, I’ll consider bringing it up to Giles. But as of now, I’m in charge and I say you train.” Her condescending face turning into her resolve one.

Buffy looked down to Xander for support, but he couldn’t offer her any. He had never seen Willow exactly like this, so he was in uncharted territory as well. He decided to take the quickest and easiest way out of this situation and he stood up. “I gotta go to the bathroom.” He announced and started walking away.

“Books stay here.” Willow told him, her tone now directed away from Buffy. Xander dropped his shield on the table and tried to discretely cover himself with his hands with a smile as he walked away quickly.

Willow stood still as he walked by her and never tore her suspicious gaze from Buffy. The Slayer shifted uncomfortably, “I’ll go...train then I guess.”

“You might want to zip your pants up first.” The Wicca pointed out. Buffy blushed bright red before tossing the book she was still holding on the table and pulling up the zipper in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, page five,” Willow commented with raised eyebrows, “You using hooked on phonics behind our backs again?” She meant it to be a joke, but as soon as the words left her mouth she knew that a line had been crossed.

Buffy’s uneasy smile died and she focused on the floor as she walked past her friend.

“Sorry.”Willow called out, unable to meet Buffy’s eyes and she hoped that it sounded sincere instead of sarcastic, but she got no reaction to tell her how her best friend took it as Buffy shut the gym door behind her. Willow looked down at the table ashamed that she had apparently hurt Buffy so badly. She absently began rearranging the books on the table and became lost in her thoughts.

Sure, she was pissed, but it wasn’t all Buffy’s fault. It was Xander’s too... she cursed in her mind. She knew that it wasn’t either of their faults, she really did, she just didn’t like it...them...together. She loved Xander, and she loved Buffy. Just not Xander and Buffy, and she had no idea why. Willow could usually pinpoint exactly what was at the root of her problems, but now she was at a loss. She had no idea why she had such a huge problem with the fact that her two best friends in the world were in a serious relationship together.

Maybe it was because in high school it was Willow, Xander, and Buffy. But then when college started there were more people, the Anya’s, and Tara’s, and Parker’s...and it was still Willow, Xander, and Buffy, but to a lesser extent. Or she thought that it was until she found out that it was a whole lotta Buffy and Xander with a smidgen of Willow every so often. And now it was, like, Buffy, Xander and Willow, since they had decidedly melded into one being.

It wasn’t like she didn’t expect it; she knew what being in a serious relationship was like. She had Oz in high school and Tara now...she knew what it was like to be in... Willow told herself. She avoided thinking that Buffy and Xander were in ‘blank’ because if they were it would most certainly end, and end very badly...with a high probability of bloodshed.

Willow knew that, even though they had only told her four months ago, they had been in a relationship for almost a . Sh. She knew that when Buffy didn’t sleep at the dorm and she called Xander, Buffy would probably answer the phone. She knew that when he didn’t answer the phone she would have to listen to Buffy’s voice on his answering machine. She knew that Buffy slept at Xander’s, and Xander slept at Buffy’s...oh she was well aware of Xander sleeping at Buffy’s especially since she shared the same room. Willow knew that Buffy had no less than ten pairs of Xander’s boxers that she slept in...but they didn’t fit right and that was another annoying factor. And she knew that she would never, as long as the Slayer was her room mate, be able to turn around in that dorm without being slapped in the face with a picture of her and her boyfriend hanging off each other like if they let they would disappear if they let go.

She knew what that feeling was about, and it sickened her.

“Wills?” Xander’s voice questioned and she looked up.

“Huh?”

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Huh?” Her brow furrowed.

“You were just standing there,” he said worriedly, “You kinda wandered off in there.” He gestured towards her head.

Willow smiled and nodded her head before picking up the books and walking past him. Looking at either of them now reminded her of one more problem that she had with her best friends’ relationship. Buffy and Xander had sex...a lot...and everywhere. She knew that neither were virgins, and before his relationship with Buffy, she had heard quite a lot about Xander’s...ability...from Anya.. But now, not only had she heard, and not in so many actual words, but she had seen quite a lot as well. She growled internally at the image that thought caused her the think of...one she was working daily to forget.

“You’re doing it again.” Xander pointed out with another smile.

“Sorry.” Willow said clenching her eyes shut. “So...what are you doing today?”

Xander sat on a stool near the counter, “Well, Buffy’s gotta go help her mom with a shipment later at the gallery and then she has to work on her paper for poly-sci, so I’m going Lonely Boy.”

“We could do something.” Willow pointed out brightly, “just the two of us, doing the bonding thing.”

Xander beamed with a genuine smile, “Great! We’ll hang. I just haveta pick up some dry cleaning and go to the market first.”

Willows smile died a little.

“What?” Xander questioned at her look.

“You’re a house wife.” His friend smirked.

“I am not.” He protested.

“You have to go to the market.”

“Buffy went the last time...”

“Buffy shouldn’t go at all. She doesn’t live with you.” Willow said more loudly than she meant to and Xander’s brow furrowed.

“We just take turns with that kind of stuff.” He said in a quiet tone that made Willow feel bad again. She watched her friend and wondered when he grew up; he didn’t used to worry about food shopping.

“What do you want to do?” She asked, changing the subject, “Wanna see a movie, or something?”

“Sure,” he nodded. “Look Wills, if this is about the whole dorm thing...”

“What do you want to see?” Willow interrupted chipperly, not wanting the words to cause her to flashback to what she had walked in on last week. She never in a million years wanted to think of her beast friends in that position ever again.

Xander nodded, seemingly in understanding, and let the subject drop. “Whatever. You pick. And if you wanted to go to the market with me...”

“Cool. It’ll be like old times. Just you and me. A whole Willow/Xander day.”

Xander stood up slowly, his smile belaying the seriousness of his words, “Then it’s settled. But you do know that I don’t want the old times back, right? I’m in love with the here and now.”

Willow didn’t answer him but just maintained his gaze before he spoke again, “I’ll just go in the back and help Buffy and then drop her at her mom’s. Then it’ll be the Xander/Willow day of fun.”

“Wait Xan.” Willow interrupted his stride to the gym, “It’s starred here. It says that you’re not allowed in the back with Buffy. There’re five explanation points and everything.”

“It doesn’t say that.” Xander huffed out and Willow held up the sheet Giles left as evidence. “NO XANDER IN THE TRAINING ROOM!!!!! Hmmm...” He read the red size 32 font, “Well what the G-man don’t know won’t hurt him.” Xander started moving away again.

“But I’ll know, and I don’t want to know.” Willow piped up.

“Don’t worry Wills. It’ll strictly be training. You know, just to hurry up to our part of the day.” He tossed over his shoulder with a lopsided grin and walked out of the room.

~*~ Training Room ~*~

“I think Willow hates me.” Buffy complained as she threw punches at the bag that was hanging form the ceiling.

“What?” Xander asked as he stood bracing the bag with his body.

“She hates me...”

“She does not.” Xander protested, “You’re best friends.”

“It’s your fault.” Buffy pouted and hit the bad so hard that Xander was forced to let go of the bag as he fell to the ground.

“Ok. You lost me. How is it my fault?” He winced and rubbed his back, “And may I be the first to say OWWWW.”

“It was your fault when she walked in on us at the dorm, and it was your fault out there.” Buffy pointed to the door as a referenced to their earlier activities. “And sorry.” She added and extended her hand to him to pull him off the floor.

“Hey! It’s not my fault that she didn’t see the message that I left her on your board in the hall...”

“You drew a big smilie face.”

“That meant that you were getting a happy.” He said confidently.

“Or it means have a nice day. If that was your logic you should’ve just put your sock on the door knob.” Buffy scoffed.

“And she would’ve gotten that? We’re not in the 60’s.” He responded heatedly, but then sighed at Buffy’s obviously distraught look. “Just give her some more time. She’s probably not used to us being an ‘us’. That one took me a little while too, you know.”

Buffy offered him a half smile and agreed solemnly, “Yeah.”

“And she still loves me so I’ll try to talk you up to her. But don’t get your hopes up; you can be a hard sell.” He added with a bright grin.

Buffy swung her fist at his arm lightly and Xander fell tot eh ground at the impact, “Owww, again!”

“Stop being a baby Xander. I barely hit you.” Buffy grinned.

“Your barely is like Tyson’s jab.” Xander pouted looking up at his girlfriend, “I think you seriously hurt me.”

Buffy raised her eyebrows at him and knelt down next to him. “Want me to kiss it better?” She smirked.

“Now you’re talking.” Xander beamed brightly and held up his arm to her.

Buffy leaned over slightly and pressed her lips to his bicep through his shirt, “Better?”

“It’s still a little sore.” Xander tried to be convincing and held his arm in place for her to kiss again, which she did with a skeptical look. “You know what usually helps me heal when you physically abuse me? If you kiss my...”

“Shut up Xander.” Buffy admonished as she stood up and walked over to the weapons chest. Xander stood up after her and followed her movements with his eyes, watching as she removed two swords. “Wanna play?” She asked her eyes bright as she held out the weapon to him.

“Not with that, no.” Xander grinned as he approached her.

“You’re all about getting caught aren’t you?” Buffy asked and let him take the swords from her.

“Nope. I’m all about not getting hacked up.” He pointed out with a smile. “Are you about getting caught?”

Buffy seemed to think for a moment, “Yep.”

Before Xander could react Buffy was on him, her tongue dueling with his as she shoved against him.

“This is why Willow hates you.” Xander pointed out with a moan when he was finally able to pull away.

“How so?” Buffy smiled lazily at him before pulling her baby tee over her head.

Xander swallowed, “Because of you I’m going to have to ravish you.”

“I think that is your fault too.” She watched as Xander worked at taking his own shirt off, “You’re just so irresistible to me.” Her hands traveled down his torso to his waist where she rubbed one hand over the hard bulge in his pants while she nimbly unbuckled his belt with the other.

Xander moaned into her mouth while she continued to pleasure him with her hand and she used it as an invitation to deepen their already searing lip lock as she tilted her head more to the right. She loved the feel of his thick strong tongue trying to force hers out of his mouth one moment and then relenting submissively the next. Buffy groaned deep in her throat, a mixture of arousal and impatience, as her hand left his shaft through his pants and she yanked the zipper down, pulling both Xander’s pants and boxers off his hips just enough to expose the part of him that she craved so badly. Her hand now gripped his exposed cock and she pumped roughly.

Xander could feel himself growing lightheaded as he moved with her, his hands moving from where he had been holding her head in place to her shoulders where he gripped the straps of her sports bra and pulled them down before palming her bare breast with one hand while working to unclasp the garment with the other. He let out a grunt of disappointment when he felt Buffy stop jacking him off and reach behind her to help him with her bra.

He wished that he could get a sports bra off of her as quickly as he could a regular one, but didn’t dwell on it because the offending piece of material was on the floor before his thought was finished and he felt her hands between them again.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” She whispered in a breathy voice that was almost enough to make him come by itself. Buffy pulled away from their kiss just enough to lick his lips, not touching his again as she teased his tongue with hers, her eyes closed, her rapid breathing pushing her chest into Xander’s hands with each puff, almost squeaking when he pinched her nipples. She could feel her center throbbing, literally aching for him. Buffy had lost count of the times that Xander had made her so wet that it hurt.

“We haveta hurry cuz Willow...” Xander’s voice trailed off when he felt Buffy’s hands graze down his thighs signaling that she had succeeded in undoing her pants by herself and his cock twitched in anticipation.

“And the shops open,” she said as she steadily backed Xander across the room, none so gently, and slammed his bare back against the cold concrete wall making him emit a sound that was between a yelp and a grunt as his eyes snapped open.

“We can’t,” he panted out as the realization of what they were about to do suddenly hit him and he pulled away marginally.

“Why is that?” Buffy sighed, now kissing along his neck, slowly licking her way across his lightly salty skin while her hands massaged his chest and stomach.

Xander couldn’t find his voice when Buffy trailed her tongue from the shallow hollow at the base of his neck up to his Adams apple and against the underside of his chin at the same time that she scrapped her nails over his hardened nipples. He felt her lips press lightly against the tip of his chin and before he could pull back again her mouth was on his.

He was a weak man he knew it. He was sucked back in. Xander loved the way Buffy kissed him, loved how she took control of him, possessed him completely and totally...he had to tell her something, he really did. He swore that it was right on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t remember it anymore...”WILLOW!” He yelled suddenly, and louder than he should have what with everything that Buffy, his girlfriend, was doing to his body right at that very moment.

Buffy pulled away from him when he shouted into her mouth. “I actually go by Buffy now.” She told him, her voice a mixture of confusion and heady arousal despite the distraction.

Xander shut his eyes and let out a harsh breath, “No,” he shook his head. “Willow’s out front...and Giles said that I’m not allowed in here...”

“And I say that you are allowed...in here.” Buffy finished looking him in the eyes as she found his right hand with hers and brought it to sex, gasping at the sensations that his touch alone brought to her.

Xander swallowed deeply while his fingers moved, as if on auto pilot, and coursed through her slit. He slid them down and over her clit and rubbed it gently with three fingers, Buffy’s hand still on top of his showing him how much pressure she wanted, letting her body move with his hand in a fluid motion.

“I promised Willow that nothing would happen back here.”

“Uh huh...” Buffy moaned out, not wholly focused on his words as his actions contradicted them.

Xander kept moving his hand over her and watched as she licked her lips, her eyes closed in concentration. He felt her slide his fingers down further, rubbing the tips over her opening and letting out a breath as she did so. “I want you in me.” She whispered in a hitched voice, “So stop talking...and fuck me.”

“But Willow...”

“Xander,” Buffy whispered, her hand leaving his between her legs and tracing along his thighs with her fingertips, feeling him shudder and thrust against her lower stomach. “I’m tired of tiptoeing around Willow,” she said as she leaned up to kiss him gently, “And so are you. We don’t have to ask permission to do anything when we’re alone...unless we’re in the dorm, but that’s not the point.”

Without warning Xander dropped his hands to her ass and picked her up, turning so that she was now pinned against the wall, her legs wrapping around his waist with a small cry as the move put the enormous pressure of his cock directly against her clit. “What is the point?” He choked out as Buffy started to rock against him.

“Ahnuhunn....” Buffy’s eyelids fluttered and Xander smiled.

“Do you know...what I...think...the point is?” He asked fighting his better instinct to fuck her up against the cold brick wall.

Buffy’s arms tightened around his neck as she bit her lip and nodded. Xander leaned in and kissed her hard, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth and scrapping his teeth along it with a minuscule grin as Buffy seemed to gain enough control to kiss him back.

She ran her tongue over his upper lip just before he covered her entire mouth with his own, kissing her lips open and sweeping inside like he owned her, like she was made especially for him. And when he kissed her like that she did belong to him.

Xander pulled away wetly, a string of saliva still connecting their bruised lips, and answered. “The point is...that I’m going. To...fuck...you...until...you scream. And right now...I don’t care...if Willow comes in...with the fuckin Publishers Clearing House...cuz I’m...not going to stop. Can’t stop.” His voice came out as a long sigh, but he accentuated each pause with a hard thrust against her now soaking core.

Buffy’s eyes squeezed shut and her pouty lips turned into an aroused frown, “Yessss, Xannnn...”

Xander moved as fast as he could with the Slayer attached to his front and his pants pooled at his ankles. But luckily his attempt to rid himself of the cotton garment caused him to stumble directly into the piece of equipment that he was looking for.

Buffy cried out into his mouth as he slammed her back into the pummel horse, his extra weight driving her into the object with force, but he couldn’t apologize because she didn’t seem to care enough to stop sucking on his tongue.

Buffy moaned again, this time in disappointment, as Xander stood them up so that she was sitting between the handle bars of the apparatus, breaking the painfully contact between their sexes. He pulled back form her smiling as he took in her extremely aroused state, her eyes closed, cheeks flushed, chest heaving out panting breaths; her wetness had thoroughly saturated him and he hadn’t even been inside of her yet.

Xander bent down and kissed her on the lips once more before sliding his mouth across her cheek and down her neck to the warm skin of her shoulder. He hunched his back as he tongued his way down her chest, over the sensitive skin of her right breast.

Xander’s hands on her lower back held her securely as she leant back giving him better access while his lips and tongue worshiped her. His touch was gentle yet purposeful as he scrapped his teeth across her skin to her nipple where he bit her lightly before laving it with his tongue.

Buffy’s hands slid up the back of his thighs, her fingertips lightly tickling and scratching over his toned ass and over the curve of his back until she clamped them around the back of his neck, her fingers reaching into his hair and holding his head in place while, at the same time, letting him have free reign of her body.

Buffy wanted him so badly that she was physically in pain. But it was, as always, the sweetest pain that she had ever experienced. Her sex was pulsing strongly, tightening and releasing in quick bursts, creating an amount of moisture that only Xander could cause in her. She couldn’t breathe and the room was blurring around her. If he hadn’t been holding her in place on the pummel horse she was sure that she would have fallen backwards to the floor.

She felt Xander’s mouth slip under the slope of her breast and slide wetly over the valley to the other side, working it as skillfully as he had the other. Despite the tingly numbness in her legs Buffy called up the strength to lift them up and wrap them around his waist again, locking her ankles behind his back and pulling him closer.

Xander was forced to leave her breasts when her legs pulled him closer and as soon as he stood up Buffy had pulled his head down in a searing kiss. She held his head to hers with one hand and reached between them with the other.

Xander was distracted momentarily by the need she put into the kiss, but was snapped back into reality when he felt when he felt her hand grasp his dick, guiding it lightly through her folds. He pulled away from her with a teasing grin that only widened when she groaned in disappointment.

“C’mon Xander,” her voice pleaded deeper than usual.

“Are you begging me now?” he asked with a chuckle.

Buffy took deep breaths, “Is that what you want me to do?”

Her question took Xander by surprise, but he answered truthfully, “Yes.”

“You want me to beg you to fuck me?”

“Yes.” Xander repeated without a second thought. “I want you to beg to have me in you…to come in you. Beg me.”

“Please Xander,” Buffy obeyed, kissing him lightly, “Please. I need you.”

“Only me?” Xander questioned against her lips.

“You,” she breathed out, “Only you. Forever. Only you can own me.”

“You belong to me?”

“Yes.” Buffy answered in a high pitched sigh because he chose that moment to push against her again. “You make me come so hard…God, I want you…want you to make me come…Please Xander, Please.”

Xander owned her. He had control over her every function, and he liked that. It was a change from the other 364 days where she had that control over him. Buffy thought he was going to enter her, but he didn’t. He loved to tease her…torture her.

Before she could comprehend what he was doing Xander had slid down her body, lifting her legs and draping them over his shoulders as he knelt before her.

The move forced Buffy to grip the handle bars of the pummel horse and when Xander reached underneath her, grasping her ass hard in his hands and pushing up, she had no choice but to support her own upper body.

Buffy grunted when she felt his hot breath caressing the soaking space between her thighs and she pushed herself up higher and titled her hips closer to his face, urging him to taste her…making herself so available to his mouth that she was daring him not to.

She let out a loud sigh when Xander took the bait, the stiff tip of his tongue delving into her slit and circling her clit, cleaning her of her own juices. Buffy’s arms were already shaking, but she was unsure if it was because of her own weight or the fact that Xander’s actions had sapped every ounce of blood from her brain to her nether regions, leaving her light headed, slightly dizzy, and painfully wet all at the same time.

Xander’s head rocked between her thighs causing her toes to curl when his nose slid up the underside of her clit and was soon followed by the lightest tracings of his strong tongue. Buffy’s body dropped sharply when he scrapped his teeth over the sensitive skin of her inner lips, but he caught her, steadying her by putting his left hand on the small of her back.

Xander knew that Buffy was close despite her conscious efforts to control her moans. Hell, she was doing a better job of it than he was as he slurped, bit, and licked at her sex, intermingling those noises with the constant groan that seemed to rumble from his chest.

He couldn’t see her face, but could picture the way she looked: head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, biting her bottom lip. Yep, Buffy’s patented ‘I’m going to come face’…wait…Xander could feel her thighs trembling around his head and he relentlessly stabbed his tongue into her once, laved her whole slit with one swipe, only to stab it into her again.

Buffy couldn’t help the moan that his movements tore from her throat and her hips began rocking against his face in earnest, working to counter the actions of his tongue. BY the breathy cries she was making Xander knew that her face had changed again, and he knew the one she was wearing now, as well, without having to see it. Buffy was arched back, but her head was pitched forward, her mouth now open, but her eyes still shut in concentration as she focused on her impending orgasm.

Xander growled as he redoubled his efforts, feverously humping her with his tongue and nuzzling her clit with his nose. “Just…justa little…more,” Buffy pleaded in a whispery sigh while she rocked against him. “I’m close…so close.”

“Me too.” Xander sighed around her. He was so painfully hard that he couldn’t be sure that he wouldn’t come with her. He tried to focus on everything but Buffy’s cunt in his mouth, but he wasn’t having much luck, and he was sure that the wrong thought was capable of ending him right now. She just tasted so good to him, a tangy sweetness that was uniquely Buffy. He dragged his teeth over the underside of her clit and she screamed. Xander couldn’t fond it in his mind to care that the noise she made was audible as she rode his mouth throughout her orgasm.

“Gooooo….Xannnnnn!!!!!” Buffy didn’t even try to suppress the cry or the repetitive moaning of his name when her body exploded under his mouth and spasmed around his tongue, her mouth hanging open in a wordless cry.

Xander couldn’t handle it anymore as he pushed himself off the ground while Buffy continued to come. Completely without caution or care he grabbed his impossibly hard cock and rammed it into her, gritting his teeth against the moan that her still fluttering walls drew from him, “Bufffffff…” his voice trailed off. And she screamed again.

He was a lost man and he knew that he didn’t have a lot of time left. Either he would come in record time, or the cries would draw Willow into the room. He started pounding into her…the former would definitely arrive first by the way things were looking.

Buffy could feel every inch of Xander sliding into her, filling her completely in the most animalistic of ways. She was still tingling from her orgasm, but decided not to focus on that right at that moment. Her legs were locked around Xander’s waist and her arms wrapped around his back while her hands clutched at his straining shoulders. The only noise that she could focus on was the wet slapping of Xander’s hips against her own as he drove himself rapidly towards his release.

Buffy’s orgasm had since ended so she decided to focus on Xander’s. She clenched her inner muscles around him as hard as she could and smiled slightly as he groaned and halted his movements. “Sooooo tiiigghttt…” his broken sigh trialed off.

At Buffy’s high pitched sound of agreement Xander slowly pulled out, his whole body shaking while locked in the embrace of her legs. She briefly felt the end of his dick pulse within her, but that feeling was soon replaced by the overwhelming pleasure of Xander slamming completely back into her so hard that she was forced off the back of the pummel horse, the only thing keeping them seated being Xander standing in front of her.

A loud groan vibrated through his throat as his cock emptied itself in her, just as she had requested. Xander felt his balls tighten and release in relentless bursts for what seemed like an eternity, and he couldn’t find his voice to say anything to her. He hung onto her body, locked together until he felt himself go slack and his fell into the crook of her neck.

“I think Willow may have heard us.” Buffy breathed and felt Xander place a light wet kiss on the side of her neck while standing them up.

“I think Angel may have heard us.” He quipped back at her as he pulled out slowly, watching her squirm a little as the remnants of their combined juices followed him. Xander grinned and helped her hop off of the apparatus and the mutually began the quickest clean-up session either had ever participated in.

~*~ Main Store ~*~

Willow’s eye twitched as she watched the fifth consecutive customer walk out of the store while she pretended to ignore the lewd noises emanating from the back training room. She couldn’t believe what she had just listened to, or the fact that Xander had lied right to her face.

She hated him. She hated her. She hated them. She hated them so much she couldn’t even see… “Well I’m off to the gallery.” Buffy’s voice announced through her thoughts as she exited the training area in front of a nervous looking Xander.

Willow’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her still semi-flushed best friends and nodded as Buffy grabbed her purse off the research table. “See you tonight Wills,” she added with a quick smile. “Bye Hon,” she added to Xander, and he waved in response.

Both watched Buffy leave the store before Xander felt Willow’s eyes on him and he shifted nervously. He turned to face her with his hands jammed in his pockets while he rocked on the balls of his feet. “What would Giles say if he knew that you deflowered his shop?” she asked incredulously.

Xander raised his eyebrows, “He said that it was inappropriate and disgusting. And that he had no problem asking us not to return to the store. Then he said that if he goes to an early grave, to rest assured that it was not of demonic vices, but because us bloody children causes his brain to explode…You were there when he said that…And you were being sarcastic.” Xander realized sheepishly while his best friend watched him. “And I’m buying you dinner aren’t I?” he asked, to which Willow nodded and turned back to her shelving.

Xander watched her for a moment before wandering back to the table and picking up his discarded book. “Sorry,” he said after a few minutes of silence, but the only response he received was Willow continuing her inventory sheet.

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End Part 1