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BtVS AU/AR › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Xander
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Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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8,694
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Chapter 2
Summary: Buffy comes to heir senses after a year in Rome.
Rating: NC-17 (mostly for explicit sexual descriptions, and some language)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander. Or should I say Xander/Buffy, since it’s really about Xan? There might be some Dawn/Spike implied, not sure how long this one will go.
Feedback: Yes, please. I just started posting my fic, so try to be gentle, please.
Betas: I could use one!
Archive? Ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!
Chapter 2
“Buffy, sweetie, stop crying! It’s okay…she graduated. You’re acting like she-” Xander desperately tried to comfort the tiny blonde, who was sobbing into his shirt as they walked clumsily into their apartment.
“Like what?” Buffy hissed angrily, “Like she died? That’s an awful thing to say considering-” Buffy’s head popped up and she shot him a watery, but still frightening, glare.
“No! Gods no!” Xander held his hands up in surrender. “I was going to say you’re acting like she got married or something. Not that.” He shuddered. Like the rest of the Scoobies, he had grown weary of making casual comments about death, since they were, in his experience, far too likely to come true.
“Oh,” Buffy murmured, smiling apologetically for her outburst…for approximately two seconds before her face fell again. “Oh god! Now she’s going to get married!” She wailed suddenly, crying harder than ever and burying her face in his shirt again.
“Buffy!” Xander laughed, unable to help himself. “Tonight? She doesn’t even have a boyfriend! Don’t you think you’re rushing things a bit?” Still laughing to himself, he managed to usher Buffy over to their comfy leather sofa and settled her against the mountain of fluffy pillows piled at one end…her favorite spot.
“I know,” Buffy sniffled, wiping at her face. “I’m being an idiot. I just didn’t expect it to hit me like this. She’s all grown up now. I’m not really responsible for her anymore…” She trailed off, looking stricken.
“You’re finally free to live your own life,” Xander nodded thoughtfully, “and you feel guilty because you’re relieved.” He smiled softly at her as he plopped down in his own comfy spot…at large, lushly upholstered recliner directly across from the sofa where Buffy was sitting.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, then a slow smile spread across her face, which gradually lit up as it rarely had in the nine years since she had been called as a Slayer. “How do you always do that?” She asked suspiciously, although her eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Do what?” Xander asked innocently, enjoying this sudden, almost playful mood. Especially after the recent flood of tears that had soaked his best dress shirt.
“You always know exactly what I’m feeling,” Buffy answered, smiling affectionately at him.
“Well, I have years of practice,” Xander grinned.
“Dawn told you,” Buffy shot back.
Xander laughed, “Maybe,” He nodded. “But I figured it out all on my own, first. I figured out a long time ago that it was a good idea to learn how to read your emotions. Best to avoid a cranky Slayer, you know,” He grinned mischievously and lightly tapped his eye patch, a signal he had worked out to let his friends know when he would wink, if he could.
Buffy snickered. “Oh, really? If you’re so good, what am I thinking now?” She asked challengingly.
Xander nodded his head in the general direction of the kitchen. “Back of the freezer.” He grinned playfully.
Buffy’s eyes widened, and she jumped to her feet, bolting down the hallway. “No freaking way!” Xander laughed at her loud, joyful shout. “Xander!” She squealed as she breezed back into the room a few moments later. “How did you find Phish Food in Rome?” She asked, plopping back down on the sofa and tossing one of the two pints of chocolaty goodness in his general direction, followed quickly by a spoon. She was so engrossed in opening her own carton, she failed to notice when the spoon smacked him squarely in the middle of his eye patch. “What’s so funny?” She asked, shoveling a massive spoonful of chocolate and marshmallow into her mouth.
Xander snickered, gazing fondly at the tiny blonde as she happily devoured the treat. “It was worth it.” He murmured, opening his own pint.
“Mmm?” Buffy grunted questioningly around the spoon in her mouth.
“Well, Dawnie’s charging me like a hundred bucks for doing my dirty work for me. She probably thinks it was her idea, but I planted the seeds a few weeks ago,” He tapped his forehead, “and it worked. She’s so easy!” He replied casually, reaching across the space between them to wipe a drop of melted chocolate from her chin with his thumb.
Buffy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she broke into a coughing fit. “Y-you paid her $100 for two pints of ice cream?” She gasped when she could breath again. “That’s highway robbery! That little…”
“I paid her $100 to cheer you up tonight,” Xander corrected her with a warm smile. “I knew you’d need it.” Frowning slightly, he added. “I’m not sure why she was willing to give me the credit for it, though. I would’ve paid her back for it anyway.”
Buffy stared at him in awe for several seconds. “Xan…” She murmured finally, her voice breaking on a sob. “That’s so s-sweet-” She trailed off, silent sobs shaking her thin shoulders.
“Oh no…Buffy, don’t cry!” Xander quickly crossed the room to sit beside her and pulled her into his arms. “Please, don’t cry!” He began making soothing noises and rubbing her back. “She’s gonna be fine. She’s all grown up; and you did a great job with her. Your mom would be so proud of both of you,” He sighed sadly as she let out a pained gasp, “It’s not even like you’re losing her, really. You’re both going to London…” He sighed heavily, feeling his own tears threatening despite his best, manly efforts to be strong.
Buffy sat up and shouted, “That’s the problem, Xander!”
Rating: NC-17 (mostly for explicit sexual descriptions, and some language)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander. Or should I say Xander/Buffy, since it’s really about Xan? There might be some Dawn/Spike implied, not sure how long this one will go.
Feedback: Yes, please. I just started posting my fic, so try to be gentle, please.
Betas: I could use one!
Archive? Ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!
Chapter 2
“Buffy, sweetie, stop crying! It’s okay…she graduated. You’re acting like she-” Xander desperately tried to comfort the tiny blonde, who was sobbing into his shirt as they walked clumsily into their apartment.
“Like what?” Buffy hissed angrily, “Like she died? That’s an awful thing to say considering-” Buffy’s head popped up and she shot him a watery, but still frightening, glare.
“No! Gods no!” Xander held his hands up in surrender. “I was going to say you’re acting like she got married or something. Not that.” He shuddered. Like the rest of the Scoobies, he had grown weary of making casual comments about death, since they were, in his experience, far too likely to come true.
“Oh,” Buffy murmured, smiling apologetically for her outburst…for approximately two seconds before her face fell again. “Oh god! Now she’s going to get married!” She wailed suddenly, crying harder than ever and burying her face in his shirt again.
“Buffy!” Xander laughed, unable to help himself. “Tonight? She doesn’t even have a boyfriend! Don’t you think you’re rushing things a bit?” Still laughing to himself, he managed to usher Buffy over to their comfy leather sofa and settled her against the mountain of fluffy pillows piled at one end…her favorite spot.
“I know,” Buffy sniffled, wiping at her face. “I’m being an idiot. I just didn’t expect it to hit me like this. She’s all grown up now. I’m not really responsible for her anymore…” She trailed off, looking stricken.
“You’re finally free to live your own life,” Xander nodded thoughtfully, “and you feel guilty because you’re relieved.” He smiled softly at her as he plopped down in his own comfy spot…at large, lushly upholstered recliner directly across from the sofa where Buffy was sitting.
Buffy narrowed her eyes at him, then a slow smile spread across her face, which gradually lit up as it rarely had in the nine years since she had been called as a Slayer. “How do you always do that?” She asked suspiciously, although her eyes twinkled with mischief.
“Do what?” Xander asked innocently, enjoying this sudden, almost playful mood. Especially after the recent flood of tears that had soaked his best dress shirt.
“You always know exactly what I’m feeling,” Buffy answered, smiling affectionately at him.
“Well, I have years of practice,” Xander grinned.
“Dawn told you,” Buffy shot back.
Xander laughed, “Maybe,” He nodded. “But I figured it out all on my own, first. I figured out a long time ago that it was a good idea to learn how to read your emotions. Best to avoid a cranky Slayer, you know,” He grinned mischievously and lightly tapped his eye patch, a signal he had worked out to let his friends know when he would wink, if he could.
Buffy snickered. “Oh, really? If you’re so good, what am I thinking now?” She asked challengingly.
Xander nodded his head in the general direction of the kitchen. “Back of the freezer.” He grinned playfully.
Buffy’s eyes widened, and she jumped to her feet, bolting down the hallway. “No freaking way!” Xander laughed at her loud, joyful shout. “Xander!” She squealed as she breezed back into the room a few moments later. “How did you find Phish Food in Rome?” She asked, plopping back down on the sofa and tossing one of the two pints of chocolaty goodness in his general direction, followed quickly by a spoon. She was so engrossed in opening her own carton, she failed to notice when the spoon smacked him squarely in the middle of his eye patch. “What’s so funny?” She asked, shoveling a massive spoonful of chocolate and marshmallow into her mouth.
Xander snickered, gazing fondly at the tiny blonde as she happily devoured the treat. “It was worth it.” He murmured, opening his own pint.
“Mmm?” Buffy grunted questioningly around the spoon in her mouth.
“Well, Dawnie’s charging me like a hundred bucks for doing my dirty work for me. She probably thinks it was her idea, but I planted the seeds a few weeks ago,” He tapped his forehead, “and it worked. She’s so easy!” He replied casually, reaching across the space between them to wipe a drop of melted chocolate from her chin with his thumb.
Buffy’s eyes nearly popped out of her head, and she broke into a coughing fit. “Y-you paid her $100 for two pints of ice cream?” She gasped when she could breath again. “That’s highway robbery! That little…”
“I paid her $100 to cheer you up tonight,” Xander corrected her with a warm smile. “I knew you’d need it.” Frowning slightly, he added. “I’m not sure why she was willing to give me the credit for it, though. I would’ve paid her back for it anyway.”
Buffy stared at him in awe for several seconds. “Xan…” She murmured finally, her voice breaking on a sob. “That’s so s-sweet-” She trailed off, silent sobs shaking her thin shoulders.
“Oh no…Buffy, don’t cry!” Xander quickly crossed the room to sit beside her and pulled her into his arms. “Please, don’t cry!” He began making soothing noises and rubbing her back. “She’s gonna be fine. She’s all grown up; and you did a great job with her. Your mom would be so proud of both of you,” He sighed sadly as she let out a pained gasp, “It’s not even like you’re losing her, really. You’re both going to London…” He sighed heavily, feeling his own tears threatening despite his best, manly efforts to be strong.
Buffy sat up and shouted, “That’s the problem, Xander!”