Public Display of Affection

The Olive Garden

6:45 PM

Xander was bored. Check that. He was bored thirty minutes ago when they sat down, now he was entering a catatonic state. His only savior being the exceptionally delicious chicken alfredo and breadsticks, which were serving to keep his mouth busy. He looked up and smiled at Willow through his full mouth before taking a sip of his Sprite.

His friend offered him a small grim in return and continued to stare at him. Xander had two problems with the current situation: the staring was first and foremost. He had always had a problem with that and Willow, of all people, knew it. Second was the lack of conversation. He, being Xander Harris, always had something to say, especially around his friends. But now, in the presence of his lifetime bestest bud he was faltering. For only the third time in his life he had nothing to say to Willow, and that was more than a little unsettling.

“Sooooo….” Xander swallowed his mouthful and looked at Willow, who was watching him expectantly. “So,” she repeated.

“Um,” Xander started, “How’s school…”

“Do you love her?” Willow interrupted, seemingly taking Xander by surprise.

“Yes,” came the immediate response and it was Willow’s turn to be surprise. It was easier to despise their relationship when she thought that they were just screwing each other.

“In fact,” Xander continued, “I tell her that everyday.”

“Really.” Willow said emotionlessly and took a sip of her water, “So what movie are we going to see? I heard that Vanilla Sky was…”

“No.” Xander cut her off,” You asked the question, and I’m going to answer it.”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.” Willow told him steadily, “Unlike you, I sometimes prefer to dwell in the non-Buffyness of the world.”

Xander turned his eyes towards the table, “I thought you’d want me…us, to be happy.”

“I do,” Willow sighed, shaking her head, “I do more than anything. You tow are my best friends, have been since forever. It’s just hard to adjust to my two best friends humping each other on a regular basis, and doing it in front of people, most specifically me…”

“I’m going to ask Buffy to marry me.” Xander said quietly while looking directly into Willow’s eyes and he heard her draw in a deep breath.

“Wha? When…when did…wha…”

“I’ve known her since I was fifteen; we’ve been dating for ten months…”

“You guys are only twenty!” Willow said louder than she knew she should have, “She dated Angel for almost four years and she didn’t talk about marrying…”

Xander flinched at the mention of the vampire’s , bu, but decided that now was the time to tell Willow everything that he had to. He was about to take a huge step in his life, and if he couldn’t turn to his best friend for support he would be lost.

“On our eleventh month anniversary,” he continued, “I’m going to ask her to be my wife.”

“That’s in two weeks!” Willow shouted again, this time earning the stares of other patrons, but Xander simply nodded in agreement. “You two don’t even live together.” She pointed out.

“I know,” Xander said calmly, “We’ve talked about it…”

“You’ve talked about it?! She never mentioned anything about marriage talks…You’ve never…”

“Look at how you act whenever we get in the same room with you!” Xander argued, “Buffy’s your best friend and she thinks that you hate her.”

“I don’t hate her.” Willow denied outwardly, despite the knowledge that she claimed to hate her everyday. Not that it was true or anything.

“You’re her best friend and you have no clue about what’s been going on in her life. You don’t know about what’s been going on in mine…”

“Now I do,” Willow interrupted.

Xander sat back and waved for the check. “Marriage entered the topic of conversation about three months ago, after…”

“After what?” Willow questioned completely in the dark.

“She didn’t tell you?” Xander asked and Willow shook her head. “After we thought that she might be…”

Realization set in on Willow’s face and she nodded signaling that he didn’t need to finish the sentence. Buffy hadn’t even informed her when she thought that she might be pregnant; even Willow knew that it was her chief duty as the best friend to be there for that.

“Anyway,” Xander continued, “She wasn’t, but I realized that I wouldn’t have been opposed to the idea if she had been, and I wanted that with her. A family, that is. I knew that I wanted Buffy to be my wife.” He smiled, “But we decided that we shouldn’t live together until after the wedding…well, officially move in together. It’s just what we want.” Xander finished nonchalantly as the waiter put the bill on the table.

Xander looked at the damage and reached for his wallet with a grin, “I got it.” He told his friend. “I picked up the ring on Tuesday.” He added while putting the cash in the leather booklet.

Willow watched her best friend in complete awe. She almost didn’t know him anymore. He was in an adult relationship and, apparently, completely in love, he had picked up his and Buffy’s dry cleaning and done the grocery shopping before taking her out to dinner and dropping fifty dollars on the tab. Not to mention that he had just told her that he had just brought an engagement ring… “What’s it look like?” was the only thing she could muster.

Willow loved the smile that the question brought to his face, and couldn’t help but grin in response. “I’ll do you one better,” he beamed, reaching into his pocket and producing a small black velvet box.

“You carry it around?” Willow questioned, taking the box form him and flipping it open.

“Just until I can find a good hiding place for it. Buffy has the keys to my place so I don’t know where to leave it.”

Willow could hardly hear him as she took in the ring. She couldn’t believe… “You picked this out?” she asked, and Xander nodded pridefully. “It’s beautiful.” She whispered.

The ring was white gold and had a two karat diamond on top. “That’s not all,” Xander raised his eyebrows, “Look at the inside.”

Willow cautiously removed the ring form the box and look at the engraving inside; it said ‘Forever’ in script and had a diamond inlayed next to it. She put the ring back in the box and slid it back to Xander, who place it back in his pocket and patted it securely.

“She’ll say yes.” Willow confirmed with a slight nod.

“I know.” Xander agreed. “Let’s get outta here so we can catch the eight o’clock movie.”

Willow was mystified by the lives that her friends were leading while she was spending time brooding over them, so all she did was stand. Xander knew that she had taken in a lot tonight and as she walked past him he grabbed her arm. Willow stopped to look at him and he tossed her a lopsided grin.

“Milady.” He offered her his elbow with a bad English accent. She accepted and linked their arms. No matter how she felt about Xander and Buffy together, they would always be her best friends. She just had to work on being theirs.


Stevenson’s Hall, UC Sunnydale

“Cameron Diaz is not spending enough time doing me.” Xander complained with a wistful smile as he followed Willow down the hall to her room.

“You either?” she replied over her shoulder with a wink.

Xander’s smile died melodramatically as he stopped in his tracks, “Bad visual! Bad visual!”

“Shhhhhh!!!!” Willow reprimanded, “It’s quiet hours. It’s a $150 fine for unnecessary loudness during finals week.”

“Sorry,” Xander whispered putting his finger to his mouth and taking tremendous effort to tip-toe down the hall. Willow laughed at the antics of her best friend as she reached her room. The last three hours reminded her of hot they used to be…when they were kids, she supposed she should distinguish. The man standing next to her now most certainly was not the same Xander Harris that she had grown up with, she mused while unlocking the door.

Xander followed her into the room, “Hey you,” he greeted, veering off to the desk that his girlfriend was sitting at.

“Right back at ya,” Buffy said over her shoulder and Xander leant down, giving her a quick peck on her lips. “Hey Wills.” She added when he pulled back.

“Hi Buffy,” Willow greeted from her dresser where she was retrieving her pajamas, “How’s the paper going?”

“Pretty good,” Buffy said turning around completely, “I’m done typing, so I’m just proofing it.”

“Whoa,” Xander commented while looking at the screen over Buffy’s shoulder, “You typed twenty pages?”

“Uh huh,” Buffy nodded and ran her hands through her hair, readjusting her loose ponytail. “How was…”

“What happened to you glasses?” Xander interrupted.

“Huh?” Willow questioned, “Buffy doesn’t wear…”

“I don’t like them.” Buffy told Xander, but not before he located the case behind a stack of textbooks.

“The doctor said that your eyes need to readjust, especially if you’re going to be staring at a computer screen for hours.” Xander precautioned while handing her the glasses, “Plus it’s only for a couple of weeks until your retinas heals, or whatever. You don’t even have to wear them all the time.”

Buffy took them from him with a huff, “They make me look like a tool.” She complained.

“Yeah,” Xander agreed and earned a glare from his girlfriend, “but a hot tool. Very sexy in a hot way.”

Buffy fixed him with an exaggerated pout and put the glasses on, earning her another kiss.

“When did Buffy get glasses?” Willow questioned, completely confused.

“Oh,” Buffy said turning her attention away from Xander, “A couple weeks ago after that fight with that Lombauzi demon. I killed him, but there was a big bang and a huge light show. I was looking directly at it, and now I’ve got fuzzy vision.” She explained.

“I told her to turn around after the explosion, remember,” Xander added, “But does she ever listen to me, Nooooooo.”

Buffy punched him in the side and Xander winced, “Hence the glasses. The optometrist said I’ve got to wear them for reading and driving during the day for a couple weeks, but I think that the Slayer healing’ll take care of it in a couple more days.”

“Willow nodded and made her way to the door, “I’m going to go change in the bathroom.” She announced and walked out of the room. How could she know about the glasses if she hadn’t even known about eh fight in the first place?

Buffy and Xander watched Willow leave the room and shut the door behind her. “See,” Buffy pouted while Xander did a belly flop onto her bed, bouncing twice before settling face down in the pillows.

“See what?” he mumbled without lifting up his head.

“She hates me,” Buffy said, standing up and walking over to the bed. “I heard you guys laughing all the way down the hall, and then once you get in here, she goes all grrrrr.”

Xander let out a breath and rolled onto his back. He took in Buffy’s defeated posture and reached out his hand to her, pulling her down on top of him when she grasped it. “She doesn’t hate you,” Xander assured while wrapping his arms around her waist as she snuggled her head under his chin. “From what I got from the conversation, she just doesn’t like the idea of us together.” He sighed at the feeling of her warm breath against the skin of his neck.

“She said that?” Buffy whispered.

“Not in so many words, yeah.” Xander answered, shutting his eyes. “But then I told her that if she were really our friend she would be happy for us… and that she should get used to us being an us because I love you and I don’t plan on letting that change anytime soon.”

Buffy looked up as he finished the sentence and stared into his eyes, “Promise,” she whispered.

Xander never broke eye contact as he brought her right hand up with his and held it in front of their faces, then linking their pinky fingers together. “Pinky promise,” he whispered back.

“I love you,” Buffy whispered before she leant down to slowly and pressed a soft kiss to their lips. She kissed him slowly, trying to intermingle their beings and show him just how much he meant to her, how much she cherished him and wanted them to be forever. Xander received her message and returned it ten fold.

They both knew that nothing would come form the kiss other than the revelations of their mutual feelings, but not because they didn’t want it to. Both knew that the only suitable ending for a kiss like they were sharing would be for them to make love, and that couldn’t happen with Willow sleeping in the bed four feet away… Well, it could happen, it had before; it just wasn’t what they had wanted at this particular time. Tonight they would just hold each other, since Xander knew that he was spending the night before and and Willow even reached the room.

Xander opened his eyes a moment after he felt Buffy pull away, only to look up at her and find that her eyes were still closed. She looked so beautiful to him that he was afraid to breathe for fear that he would disturb her.

He continued to gaze up at her contentedly until he felt her hips squirm against his, pulling a groan from his lips at which she grinned. Xander cursed the fact that while his brain accepted the “no Buffy entrance clause’ that he had imposed, other parts of him weren’t as cooperative.

Buffy pushed herself off of him and looked appreciatively down at the bulge of his erection through his loose pants. “Put on your pajamas Xan,” she laughed lightly before making her way back over to the desk and reclaiming her seat.

She listened to Xander sit up and removes clothing while she finished reading through her r, ar, and assumed that he was done when she heard her bed creak with the weight of him laying back down. “Hurry up Buff,” Xander whined in his intentional little boy voice just as Willow reentered the room.

“Five minutes,” Buffy replied, knowing that Xander was joking around with her.

Willow stopped in her tracks for a few moments when she entered the room, only Xander’s greeting from under Buffy’s blankets setting her back in motion. “Night guys,” she said stiffly while climbing into her bed. She didn’t like it when Xander spent the night because she could always hear things that she had no interest in listening to.

“Night Wills,” she heard Buffy say off-handedly, but she didn’t answer. Instead she just let the room fall into silence for the next fifteen minutes until she noticed the desk lamp turn off. Willow kept quiet as she heard Buffy’s bed creak as she climbed in and again as she assumed she was snuggling up to Xander.

Xander sighed as soon as he felt Buffy climb into bed next to him and wrap herself around his body, her arm draping across his cheat and her leg over his. Xander ran the palm of her hand under the back of her light tank top to rest on her bare skin as he tilted his head to rest on top of hers. “Did you finish?” he asked using hushed tones.

“Yep,” Buffy answered, “Did you?” he whisper turning wicked as her hand slipped down his chest, over his abs, and settling on his groin on top of his boxers.

A harsh breath rumbled out of his throat when Buffy began massaging his cock back to full attention. “Buff,” Xander swallowed, “how do you expect me to sleep with you doing that?”

Buffy’s mouth found his hard nipple through the darkness as her hand pulled his rigid shaft through his boxers, slowly working him with her tongue and fist. “I don’t,” she answered in a low voice.

She had listened to the exchange and all Willow could do was wish herself to sleep as the rustling of the sheets commenced next to her.

Xander held his breath as he felt Buffy move to straddle him, leaving him pinned to the mattress while she sat on his stomach. His eyes darted across the room and released a mental sigh of relief when he noticed no movement from Willow’s bed. He couldn’t release a real sigh because Buffy had somehow maneuvered so that he was sucking on her tongue, not that he minded or anything.

She was completely controlling the kiss, forcing him to follow he lead as she thrust and twirled her tongue around his mouth. Buffy pulled away wetly and slid her mouth up allowing her tongue to flick against his upper lip, emitting a short high pitched squeak when Xander used the new position to catch her lower lip lightly between his teeth and play with it.

Buffy pulled away completely after three more short light kisses. “I love you,” she whispered through the darkness.

Xander smiled at the sound of the emotion in her voice and leant up slowly, pressing a warm kiss to her forehead, another on her nose, and then lastly on her mouth, lingering for a few seconds, greatly contrasting the kiss they had shared a few moments before.

When Xander pulled away again Buffy was moving. She placed another kiss on the tip of his chin, before moving down to his neck, her arms on either side of his shoulders allowing her to push herself down his body.

Both let out a muffled gasp when Xander’s cock came into contact with Buffy’s pussy through her panties, and she smiled deviously from her position sucking on his nipples before lifting up her hips and slamming down on his. She used her mouth to silence his cry. “Shhhhh,” she grinned, pulling away, “Quiet.”

Xander nodded through labored breaths before he noticed that Buffy had dropped again from his eyesight. He was quickly refocused by the feeling of her hands in the waist band of his boxers as she lifted them over his stiff shaft and pulled them down.

“You’re a bad girl,” Xander commented silently when he saw Buffy sit up. She grinned down at him while the blanket fell down behind her. She reached for his hands and brought them up to the hem of her tank top. Xander took over, forgetting completely about Willow sleeping in the next bed, and lifting the thin shirt up and over her head before sliding his hands around to cup her full breasts.

At the first contact of Xander’s hands on her she arched herself further into his grip, loving how he kneaded her flesh. When he flicked his thumbs over her hard nipples she rocked her cloth covered sex against his hard, keeping a steady rhythm. Buffy reached down and grabbed his shoulders forcing Xander to sit up and replace his hands with his mouth.

Xander placed his hands on the small of her back and pushed her more firmly against his straining erection while he tongues at her breasts before latching onto one of her nipples and sucking just the way he knew would drive her crazy.

Buffy’s movements were fast becoming more urgent and aborted while she bent to suck on his neck. Xander didn’t know what exactly she had planned for this little encounter, but he was sure that it would get accomplished much quicker if he could get those panties off of her. His hands were way ahead of his brain as the groped at her hips.

Buffy grabbed his wrists and pulled him away, still rocking against him. “Watch me,” she ordered in his ear with a harsh whisper, giving one final slam into him before her mouth fell open panting out heavy breaths while her eyes fluttered closed.

Xander watched her in awe and held her in place while she shuttered on top of him. He had discovered that he laved watching her come the first time he had seen it happen, and it seemed that Buffy was intent to give him that pleasure as often as possible.

“That would’ve felt better around me,” Xander grinned, still breathing heavily, when Buffy stopped shaking and looked him in the eyes, giving him a half smile.

Buffy rocked against him once before pushing him back on the bad and Xander hit the mattress hard. She kept her smirk while she repositioned herself between his legs and reached behind her to pull up the covers. “This’ll feel better around you too.” She told him quietly while pulling the covers up over her head and leaning over Xander’s prone erection.

Xander adjusted the covers around his midsection, but felt his arms go all tingly when the stiff tip of Buffy’s tongue flick over the head of his penis, a prelude to the wet kiss that followed. His head fell back hopelessly and he gripped the side of the twin sized mattress.

Buffy simply frenched the head of his cock for several seconds while her hand wrapped around the base making small jerking movements. She used the ample amount of precum that had formed at the head combined with her own saliva to lubricate the whole thing as she slid her tongue over the sensitive ridge, around the crown, and then wetly down the right side before licking around the bare base and back up the left side.

By the hitched movement of his hips Buffy could tell that her decision to do a joint shaving job was now appreciate don both ends. She grinned slightly as she again arrived at the head and opened her mouth sliding down on him halfway before sucking back up strongly.

Buffy side swiped him using the broad tip of her tongue while her hand reached between his legs to tickle his balls. When she felt him shudder she cupped him firmly but was pulling back up his length with her tongue now rolled under his dick, working to cradle it.

When she reached the tip again she felt Xander’s hand slip under the covers and caress the side of her face, conveying his love for her through touch rather than words. Buffy opened her mouth again, this time letting out a breath before beginning her decent , relaxing her throat a quarter of the way down and pushing even further.

She heard Xander gasp and felt him thread his fingers in her hair, flexing his hips a little while holding her head in place. Buffy felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she shut her eyes, forcing it back a little more, vaguely remembering how excited Xander had been when they discovered that she could deep throat him.

She pulled up using as much suction as she could and repeated the process again, moving as quickly as she could. Fucking his cock with her mouth and trying to give him a show, knowing that he, too, loved to watch her suck him.

Buffy hummed deep in her throat as his cock slid down and Xander’s hips started to shake. She used the hand that was not fondling his balls to hold him in place while she devoured him, wanting them to turn into one being but settling for taking him inside of her as frequently as possible.

Buffy worked at him as hard as she could, the dead silence in the room allowing the only sounds she could hear to be the wet slurping, heavy breathing, and her heart beat. She heard and felt Xander’s breath quicken even further as he set himself in the bed, when he released a deep breath she felt it.

The first wave of Xander’s come shot directly down her throat, but she was sucking up on him already, allowing him to fill her mouth with his fluid. Buffy raised the hand from his balls and held Xander’s jerking cock steady while she concentrated on sucking the last of his cum directly from the head, avoiding touching the sensitive tip with everything but her lips, knowing that it would make him scream.

Buffy reveled in the salty filling taste of him as his seed slid down her throat…and the light turned on. She could tell by the change in brightness through the covers. When she pulled the blanket back form her head Xander was still breathing heavily, but his eyes were focused across the room.

She followed his line of vision to a scowling Willow. “Uh…Wills…ummm,” she started, unsure of what to say to explain what was happening.

“You’ve got something…” Willow stated to her touching the side of her mouth. Buffy’s eyes went wide as she wiped her mouth on the blanket smiling nervously while being dissected by her best friend.

Xander had lost his voice, his orgasm combined with…this, just left him to stare at the situation in front of him. “So,” he said finally while reaching for his pants on the floor, “I’ll see you tomorrow then Hun.” He spoke to Buffy, and made a hasty retreat out of the room.

The End