Erasing the Line
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Xander
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,409
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Some Kind of Love
Rating for this chapter: PG
Summary: Buffy wonders about possibilities.
Sometimes it seemed like there's an infinite number of different kinds of love. Yeah, sure, you could divide it into three categories, like the Greeks did, but they didn't really fit for her and most of the time she had no clue where the division was supposed to be.
After all, Xander needed several categories all of his own. You had 'annoyed that he was putting himself down', which probably fit under friendly love. Somehow. There was 'no woman on earth will ever be good enough for him', which she usually managed to file under family. 'Glad I can depend on him' and 'wow, he's handy to have around' were also pushed under friendly, although similar feelings for Willow never lead to wanting to kiss her.
More and more, though, 'wow, he's looking hot today, I wonder if he'd mind if I licked him' was popping up. Along with 'I bet he looks great right after he wakes up, when he's all sleepy and adorable'.
Which all lead up to a major revelation that she'd been suppressinr thr the last, oh, five or six years.
And she really wouldn't consider taking it out of mothballs if it weren't for three things. She was heart-loose and free. Xander wasn't with Anya. And Willow was in England. Which meant that all of her excuses to feel guilty about wanting Xander were conveniently missing.
Which was both annoying and thrilling. And led to several hours of just staring at him dancing in the Bronze, trying to figure out just how a woman brought that kind of thing up after several years.
I'm willing to admit I have a thing, I think that you might still have a thing, wanna try some chinese anssinssing?
Hey, guess what? I think that you're hot. But I want more than just sex. Go figure?
Remember how Dawn had that crush on you? Remember how she was made out of me?
Seeing a man dance like an utter dork shouldn't be so hot. But the fact that it was Xander dancing that way seemed to make it hot no matter what she wanted to think.
This was definitely going to be harder than she'd thought.
Summary: Buffy wonders about possibilities.
Sometimes it seemed like there's an infinite number of different kinds of love. Yeah, sure, you could divide it into three categories, like the Greeks did, but they didn't really fit for her and most of the time she had no clue where the division was supposed to be.
After all, Xander needed several categories all of his own. You had 'annoyed that he was putting himself down', which probably fit under friendly love. Somehow. There was 'no woman on earth will ever be good enough for him', which she usually managed to file under family. 'Glad I can depend on him' and 'wow, he's handy to have around' were also pushed under friendly, although similar feelings for Willow never lead to wanting to kiss her.
More and more, though, 'wow, he's looking hot today, I wonder if he'd mind if I licked him' was popping up. Along with 'I bet he looks great right after he wakes up, when he's all sleepy and adorable'.
Which all lead up to a major revelation that she'd been suppressinr thr the last, oh, five or six years.
And she really wouldn't consider taking it out of mothballs if it weren't for three things. She was heart-loose and free. Xander wasn't with Anya. And Willow was in England. Which meant that all of her excuses to feel guilty about wanting Xander were conveniently missing.
Which was both annoying and thrilling. And led to several hours of just staring at him dancing in the Bronze, trying to figure out just how a woman brought that kind of thing up after several years.
I'm willing to admit I have a thing, I think that you might still have a thing, wanna try some chinese anssinssing?
Hey, guess what? I think that you're hot. But I want more than just sex. Go figure?
Remember how Dawn had that crush on you? Remember how she was made out of me?
Seeing a man dance like an utter dork shouldn't be so hot. But the fact that it was Xander dancing that way seemed to make it hot no matter what she wanted to think.
This was definitely going to be harder than she'd thought.