Domestic Fallacies

Title: Ambiguously Monogamous

Disclaimer:Used to own a Scooby Doo bobble head, but then I traded it for some magic beans. Then I ate the magic beans, so now I got nothing. 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 “Domestic Fallacies”. Oh come on, friends who sleep together, stay together…right?

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Summers’ Place
Wednesday May 6, 2005
1:45 PM

Xander was whistling as he pulled his car up behind Buffy’s in the driveway. His meeting was a roaring success, and as far as he was concerned, he only had her to thank. Shower time had been lucky from the get-go. A morning ritual that saw him catching all green lights, finding money in the street, and, luckiest of all, had him getting laid all in the same process. Can’t beat that, no sir. You cannot beat that.

He had been funny from the time he got to the room, all relaxed and casual – his most successful demeanor. He had presented his building schedule and projected budget, but that wasn’t what got him the job. Nope. He was a ‘go getter’; the company head had smiled brightly and shook his hand with vigor. “I don’t see many young kids like you climbing up the ranks in this industry. You’re dedicated, Alex,” he had been told, “I know you can do this and I can’t wait to see it when you do.” Xander had restrained himself from hugging his boss and calling him ‘Dad’ at that point.

When the meeting had wrapped amidst more firm handshakes over a signing of a contract and general excitement all around Xander had bolted out to his car, unable to wait until he saw Buffy. She’d be so proud of him for this. Even when he was coming down on himself and saying that there was no way in hell that he was going to get foreman, she had laughed. Not boisterous, but that gentle soothing chuckle that warmed him from heo too toe. “Of course you’ll get it, Xan.” He knew that she had said that out of habit, not knowing what else to say really, but she never stopped looking him in the eyes when she spoke. “You said yourself that you know what you’re doing when you build stuff, and you do. You’re the best construction worker/personal handyman I’ve ever known.”

He had pointed out that he was the only construction worker/personal handyman she knew and was met with a more sultry grin than he had been prepared for. Apparently, she had reassured him with her lips brushing lightly over his chest until he had gasped when she caught his nipple between her teeth; he was the only one she needed too.

And Buffy hadn’t lied to him, he had gotten the job. Xander was beaming the whole time while he stood at the florist that he stopped at on the way home. He wanted to celebrate and he wanted to do something special for his girls and he figured that flowers were the first step to take. Girls like flowers; he had been assured of that by the helpful woman behind the counter. She middle aged smiling lady had suggested carnations – a nice friendly flower, so Xander bought a dozen of them, but while she had been cutting his flowers his eyes fell to a display of calla lilies in the back of the shop. Buffy loved those, he thought with a grin. She had told him about a month before they broke up that she, her mother and Dawn would go to the Sunnydale flower show, and those had been the most beautiful ones she had ever seen. Xander had committed that fact to memory, and it was times like this where it paid off. “Can you do a bouquet of these?” he pointed to the pinkish-white buds, “Maybe mix in some roses…the pink ones…ummm Cressida, I think.”

“Special friend?” the woman had asked with a knowing smile, but Xander shook his head negative right away.

“She just likes these ones the best,” he explained and received a nod. Not only did he doubt how much the woman working really cared about who he was buying flowers for, but he was fairly certain that he wasn’t convincing enough to make her believe him if she were to show a spark of actual interest.

Xander put his hardhat on and scooped up the two bushels of flowers from the passenger seat before he slid out of the car and jogged up to the front door. He had thought about trying to fool Buffy into thinking that it hadn’t gone well, but, for some reason he couldn’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off his face. Along with the success and money that his new job would bring him, he was sure that he was smiling because Wednesdays were is favorite days anyway. He often times could skip off early and Buffy only worked half a day. They exercised their non-relationship to the fullest on Wednesday afternoons until their housemates got home with interruptions and talking.

“LUCY!” He called exaggeratedly from the doorway. “I’M HOME!” Xander got no response and he pouted that he had used that line and Buffy wasn’t even around to indulge him. He took a few steps forward and heard the TV on in the living room and turned to see the Slayer in question curled up and very much asleep on the couch. He approached her as silently as possibly and she made no acknowledgment of his presence even when the cellophane paper around the flowers crinkled when he lay them on the table.

Buffy seemed to have developed such a comfort zone with him that she rarely stirred when Xander approached her in her sleep. He was mostly glad that his movement didn’t disturb her when he had to be at work early in the mornings, but, as the stack of Polaroid’s in his night table drawer would attest to, he also got some enjoyment out of writing on her face and seeing how long his ‘art’ would stay in place after she woke up. One time she had taken a nap in his presence and then woken up to go grocery shopping with his name scrawled across her forehead and a little smiley face on the tip of her nose. His eyebrows had taken longer than he liked to grow back when she retaliated for that one.

He smiled slightly and titled his head to study Buffy’s relaxed features, she had always fascinated him when she slept. She always looked so delicate and vulnerable, a complete opposite of the actual Buffy…well the actual Buffy that the majority of the world saw. He still reached to the top shelves for her when she needed something and sometimes, when nobody else was in the house, she would let him open jars and lift big things for her. She could do it; he just liked it when she let him. She knew that and seemed alright to indulge his Y-chromosome. Plus he always got the manly task of fixing everything that broke in the house, and he found it extremely cute that she would always stand under him, as close as possible, and pretend to follow his instructions so that she could fix whatever it was herself the next time it broke. She never actually learned anything, but, all the same, she still insisted that he teach her. Extremely cute – that’s what she was…

Buffy snorted loudly, or maybe it was more of a burb, Xander couldn’t really tell but it made him want to re-evaluate his prior assessment. The Slayer stayed asleep and flipped over to face the back rest of the couch.

“Ya know,” Xander commented silently and stooped slightly, scooping Buffy up in his arms in a smooth movement so as not to wake her. “Sleeping in the middle of the day is a sign of depression.” Buffy turned into him and pressed her face into his chest with her eyes closed, and he smiled while moving slowly up the stairs. He nudged her bedroom door open with her feet and, still moving carefully, he placed Buffy down on her side of the bed. Xander sat down next to her, his mouth quirked into a tiny grin, and let his fingers slide up the side of Buffy’s neck, over the warm skin of her cheek and to her hair line. He pushed the loose strands back and, for the first time, Buffy grumbled a little and turned into his palm.

“And talking to yourself is a sign of schizophrenia,” her voice was still groggy with sleep and her eyes opened a fraction of a centimeter to eye Xander’s blurry form beside her.

“You were supposed to be sleep,” he semi-scolded. “Faker.”

Buffy smiled more focused in her target and saw that he was still dressed for work – yellow construction hat and all, while he looked down at her. her mind growled in anticipation and she watched Xander watch her tongue when she licked her lips. She knew that the thought wasn’t conducive to closure in her relationship with Xander, persay, but they could do that on any other one of the six days of the week. She *needed* Wednesday’s like food and water. “And I thought that you,” she pointed him hard in the shoulder, “weren’t supposed to seduce me anymore.”

Xander looked shocked. “Me?! I’m just sitting here,” he knowingly tilted his hardhat forward. “Unless,” he added in a husky tone, “the lady has some work that needs to be done.” He leant further over her and pushed Buffy back into the pillows with a naughty grin. “Mmmm…” he heard Buffy giggle when the brim of his hat bumped her forehead, but soon her hands were sliding the offending object from his head and tossing it to the floor. Her fingers tangled in his hair and yanked his face down to hers.

Buffy was smiling as she kissed him and moaned around his tongue when he thrust it against hers. She kissed him leisurely and held him as close as possible to her body and keeping herself pinned to the mattress.

“You think that the hardhat was attempted seduction?” Xander mumbled against her lips and she hummed affirmative. He kept up the slow probing pace that Buffy had set while pulling himself into a more comfortable position on the mattress. He settled in laying half on top of Buffy’s tiny frame, but she corrected him without words when her hands slid from his head to his hips and pulling him closer until he was resting full fledged in the cradle of her thighs. “You haven’t even seen the flowers…” His statement ended in a deep sigh when Buffy’s lip closed around his lower one and she flicked her tongue against it.

She could feel Xander start to rub against her and she hummed in approval while she guided his hips in a movement that worked in time with her kiss. She was beginning to tingle between her legs and it was spreading a warmth throughout her whole body. “The calla lilies and rose bouquet.”

Xander pulled back and narrowed his eyes at her pouty smile. “Well, those ones are for Dawn,” he countered to get control back of the game. “I got you other ingrates the cheap stuff…well, the carnations are for Willow and Kennedy…”

“What about me?” Buffy’s pout was in full force and she closed her legs tighter around his hips. They moaned in tandem while thrusting lightly against each other…building the sweet tension and feeling the heat rising – wanting it to get to a point where they would literally be in physical pain to not be connected completely.

Xander dove back down and stole a hard kiss, his tongue heavy and undisputed in her mouth as she moaned into his throat. “Dandelions,” he smirked breathlessly when he pulled away.

“That’s it,” Buffy playfully shoved him off of her and Xander rolled to the other side of the bed. “Just for that I’m not putting out.”

Xander shrugged and hopped out of bed and instead of a vocal response ran out of the room and back down stairs, leaving a confused Slayer staring after him. He was a little out of breath when he returned, leaping two stairs at a time to get back to her room. He smiled almost sinisterly when and pulled the large bouquet of flowers that he had picked out for Buffy from behind his back, and she held her arms out for the gift.

“There’re beautiful Xander.” Buffy picked through the petals while Xander resumed his position sitting beside her on the bed. “I didn’t know I got gifts for you getting promoted.”

“I didn’t say I got promoted,” Xander scrunched his face skeptically. “I’m just trying to get in your pants.” Buffy shook her head and stuck her tongue out at him and he raised his eye brows teasingly. She didn’t resist when his hand found its way up to her face, gently luring her into him and pressing a lingering kiss to her lips.

“Well, then I won’t congratulate you then,” she maintained her smile against his lips while resting her forehead against his.

“If I did get the job then what would I get?”

“I told you,” Buffy shivered slightly at the feel of Xander’s warm breath on her face. “I’d say congratulations.”

Xander hummed and nodded slightly and reached for the flowers that she was still holding between them. He tugged them easily from her grasp and, without looking, laid them on her night table. “Would this congratulation, by any chance, come with sex and, possibly, costume changes?”

Buffy shook her head with a teasing grin. “Nope. It’s mostly just a vocal expression.”

Xander pouted but then broke into a lopsided grin. “Oh…oral, huh? I like that the best.”

Buffy titled her head and leant into him again, stealing his breath with a hard kiss. She wound her arms up and under his own and hooked her fingers over his shoulders. Xander was humming into her mouth while he kissed her full on; not letting her escape with playful nips, and trying to guide her discreetly back down into a reclined position. “Nhmmhmm…” Buffy shook her chin the tiny radius that she had been allotted by the firm grasp of his hands and tore her mouth away.

Xander was grinning through his arousal and watched Buffy’s eyes dart all around his face, spending more time on his lips than anywhere else. His were doing the same…her red, exaggeratedly pouty mouth made so by his own kiss…Xander tried to dive back in to reclaim her, but Buffy shifted back. “What?” he whined playfully after having his second attempt averted with a slight turn of her head. “You don’t even have five minutes for a gainfully employed stud with career advancement possibilities?”

“Five minutes?” Buffy gave him her half smile and avoided another kiss. “Sounds a little optimistic there, Xan.”

He shrugged and didn’t let her teasing deter him. “Well, I thought that since it’s a special occasion I’d pull out all the bells and whistles, but you’re probably right.” He gave up trying to capture her mouth and simply let his hands drop to her waist where he slipped his fingers under the fabric of her top. Buffy gasped and arched against him when he started rubbing her skin in tiny circles, sliding as close as possible as she could to his body without putting herself in his lap. “It only took you three before.”

Buffy glowered at him, “That was just luck.”

“Well I should head to Vegas with those odds, Quickdraw McGrawl.” He was laughing outright when Buffy pushed him away.

“I’ll have you know that the ability to have multiple orgasms is a gift,” she tried to keep her voice even with conviction while Xander continued to laugh at her. She saw him nod while not facing her as he stood from the bed and headed for her closet. “AND,” she add when he seemed to not be paying sufficient attention to her avowals, “They help make up all the times when I had to fake it with you. And what do you think you’re doing?”

“Really?” Xander turned briefly over his shoulder with raised eyebrows. “You fake it? With me? Right.”

“Get out of my things,” Buffy ordered, but without any real conviction.

Xander shook his head and turned back to his task. “In a second. I just wanna finish this so that I can prove to you how much of a liar you and I both know you are.”

Buffy’s heart along with something considerably south of that point clenched in anticipation of his claim. She wanted to tell him to just hurry up as nobody had ever made her an anxious to be proven wrong than Xander had. “I’ll probably have to do it again,” she spoke condescendingly to Xander’s back and received a mumbled ‘Mmhm’ in response. “But it really is sweet that you try so hard.”

Xander was trying his best to not turn and pounce on her right then. Pin her to the bad and make her take back everything that she had just said, because they both new how much bull it was. Sure there were a few times he hadn’t been sure about…whatever. But the majority, the vast majority he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had mastered himself a Slayer. Had ang tng that held all sorts of mystical energy begging him to keep going, crying literal tears while she surged and fluttered around him. He felt himself start to harden at the thoughts of Buffy responding to him, replaying her moans and facial expressions, reliving the silky feel of her inner self tight and sucking on him hotly. Ooh, or her mouth, his brain added. Don’t forget how good she is at that…Xander cleared his throat to stifle a moan when his cock throbbed within its confines. This powerful entity that was his girlfr…Buffy. His Buffy, and he had made her beg him to cum…told him that he had to, needed him to let go because it hurt. Caused a pleasure so intense that it transformed into pain and he had to let go so that it would end…make it stop. But made him stay inside of her because breaking the contact would be an agony even worse.

“Wear this one,” he said finally and turned around holding a sleeveless midnight blue dress with a loose plunging neckline in his hand.

“I told you. No costumes.” Buffy insisted seriously even while her eyes fixed on the slight flare at the waist of his pants. Buffy gulped and tried not to focus and forced her eyes back to his, but noted that he had been watching where she was looking the whole time. She settled that in order to phase sex with Xander out she should start small. Baby steps. And she was going to begin with the frills. If they were going to do it, it would just have to be ‘wham, bam, thank you ma’am’. No extras.

Xander rolled his eyes. “To dinner tonight,” he continued to hold the dress up. “I got the job and I want to celebrate.”

Buffy eyed the dress skeptically. “So you’re going to tell me what to wear now?” Xander just smiled and nodded at her and Buffy slit her eyes, but gave him a sly smile. “I guess it’s only fair. I did you this morning.”

“That you did,” Xander took an exaggeratedly deep breath at the memory and they shared a warm smile. “So you’ll wear it?” he asked hopefully. “I think it’ll really accentuate you breasts.” She shot him a glare while he pulled at the neckline the fabric of which hung to the waist and wiggled his eyebrows. “I mean your eyes,” he corrected himself purposefully.

“Where are you taking us?” Buffy chose to ignore him as much as possible while he fiddled with the dress. “I don’t want to be inappropriate.”

“It’s a surprise, and you won’t be,” Xander insisted. “I’m gonna class you up.”

His voice was as teasing as her glare was burning. “And you’re plan for that is top have me wear a dress that my boobs are out in and underwear really doesn’t go with?”

“You bought it.”

Her eyes went wide. “*You* bought it!”

“Well *you* wore it.” She was scowling at him again. “Remember when we opened the South Palms Country Club. You were hot…” Xander let his eyes drift shut and a lazy grin break out on his face.

She appreciated his expression and her pout melted away. “I remember us having sex on the 9th hole of the South Palms Country Club. That dress gives you influence over me. It’s trouble…” She eyed Xander’s overly innocent expression. “You’re not allowed to shop for me anymore.”

“So you’ll wear it?”

“Fine,” Buffy sighed in resignation. “But, only because it’s your day,” she insisted and he beamed. Xander hung the dress up on the hook on the closet door and then turned back to face the Slayer, who stayed watching him, crossed legged, on the bed kept his face serious while he unfastened his belt, even as Buffy’s face broke into an expression of pure shock.

“I think,” he commented in a husky voice, stalking to her side of the bed and letting his eyes darken. He loved how Buffy kept her eyes trained on his every movement while not opening herself to him, looking all the part of prey to his obvious predator. “That there was a dispute over my ability to please you?”

Buffy giggled when Xander jumped onto the bed, covering her immediately with his body. She wrapped her arms low around his waist and pulled him against her, moaning at the feel of his, still evident, erection against her core through both their pants. “I dunno,” Buffy let a smug grin break out. “I don’t think it’s your place to prove anything to me, bestest bud.”

Her eyes were focused on his lips when he bit his lower one, thrusting his hips out sharply against hers. Buffy groaned and her head snapped back momentarily but she forced herself to keep looking at him. “I think,” Xander breathed and ghosted his lips over her willing mouth while he spoke, “that as your bestest bud…” he ground against her and felt Buffy start to shake beneath him, her arms and legs clenched tight around him while she turned her head to try to catch and still his moving mouth, “…it’s my duty…”

“Xan…”

“…to step up and let you know…” His fingers followed Buffy’s example and slid under her shirt. He only had use of his one hand to keep him from crashing down on top of her but he made the best use he could of it, squeezing her breast and having her arch into him. “…when your wrong…because…other people might not be as…” Xander’s eyes fluttered shut when Buffy’s tongue traced a light path over his throat before her lips covered his pulse point. “NICE!!!” he forced out deep breaths, “when they correct you…”

Buffy grinned to herself at his labored speech, as she let her hands move all over his chest underneath his shirt. She scratched her fingers over his pecs and pulled away when he yelped in surprise when she pinched both his nipples hard. Buffy had had enough and dropped her hands to the hem of his shirt to work at the buttons while he grinned down at her.

Xander tugged himself away from her grasp and sat back on his knees between her legs, removing his shirt much quicker then Buffy was doing it, and soon she sat up, facing him with a smile and pulling her top up over her head. Xander’s hands were already working on her bra as he leant them back down, settling himself back into the cradle of her thighs and swallowing her moan with a strong kiss.

Buffy sighed and arched into him as if to give him better access to his task. Their tongues were dueling wetly while Xander, with a complete lack of concentration, tried to unhook her bra. She turned her mouth away from his slowly, his tongue still teasing the corner of her lips, and she smiled when she saw his eyes were still closed. She pushed herself up more into his chest and Xander sighed heavily, his eyes drifting open when her fingers joined his on her back. Buffy smiled at him and unhooked her bra the shifted her shoulders to pull the fabric from her body. “You do the pants,” she whispered before pulling him back down by the sides of his face and sealing their lips back together.

Her body was searing against his and Xander’s hands worked furiously on her pants, feeling her hands turn loose to do the same to him but working with much more efficiency, unzipping his fly with alacrity. He had told her before and he felt the urge to mention it again, after he pounded the damn near painful ache in his cock away and in the process made Buffy scream for him, that she should wear more skirts. All this unbuttoning and zippers…he could have rocked her half way to Xander-land by now if her clothes weren’t so technical. He was able to slide the tiny button on her waist free and he ground his chest into hers before sitting up. Xander was welling in pride with his accomplishment, but his lustful smirk overpowered his features when he hooked his hands over Buffy’s waistband and pulled both her pants and panties down. She lifted her hips to allow him to undress her and blushed as his eyes skimmed over her whole form.

Xander tossed her pants over the side of the bed and, before she could register his movements she was back in his arms. His lips on her chin and then her cheek, tracing all over her face and turning away with a breathy chuckle when she tried to catch his mouth with her own. Buffy had all but given up on trying to kiss him, instead focusing on the heavy throbbing in of her PC muscles and the clench in her abdomen while the gentle caresses of his lips continued to flutter against her skin. She was panting, arms locked around him while her eyes drifted shut and Xander took the opportunity to finally press his lips to hers. Buffy gasped at the unexpected contact, but before she could react Xander had taken control of the kiss, his lips working against hers and his tongue stroking into her mouth while his breath came in harsh exhalations on her cheek.

Buffy whimpered under his onslaught and gathered the will to respond, but just as he felt her hold on him change Xander pulled back with a grin that she couldn’t see. But, Buffy felt it, and she hated him for it when his full brown smirk was closed around the tip of her chin in a wet kiss. “You’re a tease,” her voice was a weak whimper and she tossed her head back against the pillow to allow his lips to continue their path down her neck. Buffy’s hands slide around to his shoulders and without conscious thought she applied a slight pressure, sliding Xander’s most welcome mouth down her throat, his teeth scraping over the pulsing heated skin before put up resistance at her clavicle.

He licked at the slight film of perspiration that was starting to cover her skin and gave one last hard thrust against Buffy’s bare core and turned her high pitched moan into a squeal of surprised delight when he ducked even further down and caught the hard peak of her right nipple in mouth. The grip of her thighs slackened around his sides and Buffy’s fingers wove themselves into his hair while he slid his hot mouth all over the aching skin of her breast – laving with firm strokes of his thick tongue where he had nibbled with his teeth moment before and then kissing his way across her chest to repeat his action on the other side. Back and forth he switched with no particular pattern while she writhed beneath him.

Buffy was grinding almost helplessly against him, missing the feel of his hard burning flesh poised at her entrance, but settling to rub her wet heat against his abs to help relieve some of the ache. Her face turned into a tight frown while she worked out an aborted rhythm with her hips that mirrored that of the strokes of his tongue over her nipples, grunting with the effort that had far too little pay off. Suddenly, and with the accompaniment of a particularly sharp bite to the underside of her left breast, Xander’s hands that hand been skimming up and down her sides moved up to her belly and then down.

Xander hummed against her skin and palmed her sex, the heat burning his hand as she arched further into the new pressure. He rubbed her and his on breathing sped up to keep the pace with his pounding heart beat. “…yeahhh…” it was an exhale that Buffy whispered to the heavens and it made his cock throb with an even more acute intensity, wanting nothing more than to be freed from the khaki prison that held it. She was so wet in his hand, slick silk and he wanted to press his fingers into her and his tongue and his cock…he just wanted to be the very air that she was sucking in through her open mouth…the essence of Buffy, and Xander wished upon impossible wishes that he could be that.

With a growl he slipped further down her body, his now slick hand moving back to the mattress to brace himself while he kissed the skin on her abs and felt the tense muscles beneath his lips. Lower, glancing over the ever so slight flare of her belly and then shooting back up and thrusting the tip of his tongue into her navel. He cover it with his whole mouth, moving his tongue in tune with the rocking of her body against his face and reveling in the sounds that Buffy was making for him – because of him. Then her hands were in his hair again, combing through the dark mass and scratching his scalp before applying a gentle pressure. Xander growled and followed her client command, letting his lips slip again over that gentle swell until he was flooded with the scent of her arousal…or his…probably her scent marking him, and embedded in the fiber of his very being.

Xander didn’t speak when he nuzzled the red exposed tip of her clit with his nose and exhaled a hard breath directly against her very opening. He was quite aware of her whimper and the increase pressure on his head that pushed him closer to were they both wanted him to be, but he resisted. Xander shifted his head and turned with a shaky smile to plant a chaste kiss on her inner thigh. Buffy’s legs tensed momentarily and then relaxed completely, so he repeated the action. One deep kiss after another planted all over her inner thighs, which he noticed seemed to be shaking with want. He moved his mouth smoothly over the coated wetness on Buffy’s lower lips and caught the first taste of her on his way to her other thigh. Her hands weren’t putting pressure on his head anymore, so much as simply flexing – tensing in time with her shudders beneath his mouth.

Buffy’s eyes were watering and she had broached the crossroads were either she forced herself into his mouth, or she forfeit all power and just simply go with whatever Xander seemed to have planed come hell or high water. And it was hell. His lips and tongue rubbing against and all around the space of her pussy but not ever landing on the target she wanted. And she was so wet, but it wasn’t water, Buffy could guarantee that. Her body was pulsing in anticipation for Xander’s coveted next move and just hoping that it would be the one that would finally cause some of the ache to abate. She jerked to the left, following the trail that his lips had last left and sighed when his chin smashed into her clit, depressing it and making her cry out sharply.

He had had enough of his own game when he hears her make that noise. A moan…whimper…as his chin slid down through her folds easily. Xander licked his already wet lips and was saturated in the taste of Buffy’s very core…and without warning he dove in for more. His name was something that he loved when she cried out, and she didn’t let him down when he caught her clit between his lips. Buffy’s fingers tensed in his hair and then let go, falling to the bed at her side and clutching the covers in tight fists while she arched against his face.

It wasn’t an ache anymore that was for sure. Buffy’s inhales were deep gulps for air which was exhaled on sharp cries and she tried to push her body further down the bed to have him touch her more. Needed him…his mouth to keep doing… “Xan…ughyeahhhghhkeepkeepyea…” Had to keep going…keep flicking her clit like that until she shook and then easing her down with feather light kisses. His body…oh God it was so hard against her own. She was burning up and yet Xander’s heat seemed to be over powering her own. His hands moved underneath her and grabbed her ass, massaging the firm flesh while his mouth slid down only the tiniest bit to her opening. Xander stretched his fingers out and from behind spread her lips more to his mouth and felt Buffy adjust to his intentions by bending her knees and sliding them over his shoulders.

He rubbed the slippery swollen flesh that she had exposed to him with light strokes and closed his eyes. Xander let his senses drink her in – the sounds she was making, the feel of her heart beat through the sensitive skin he was tonguing eagerly, the smell of an overpowering arousal that he had caused, and the taste – sweet and smooth and surrounding him completely. Xander wanted to feast on her and he did, his tongue thrusting inside and being clenched there. Nuzzling her most intimate parts with gentle shakes of his head and sucking on her clit. Back and forth, where ever it seemed that she was excited by him being the most. Buddy’s hips were jerking against his face and he stopped his tongue fucking for a moment, replacing it with the tips of two fingers while he reattached his mouth to the swollen peak of flesh at the top of her vagina. He sucked and nipped while rubbing the rough upper walls of her passage, just knowing that she was close.

Buffy’s fists tightened on the comforter and she arched one final time against him and held. She held her breath and let her hips create their own rhythm on his fingers and tongue while the orgasm ripped through her silently. Coming out on a deep breath while her lower muscles pulsed on empty space between her legs and she wanted something else…something more and bigger…something that filled… Buffy reached slowly for Xander’s head as she relaxed back into the bed and ran her fingers through his hair again. He kept moving though, feeling her petting but unable to relax to enjoy it. He was so hard now that it hurt and he wanted…

Buffy moaned out loud and jerked on the bed when Xander’s teeth nipped into her sensitive clit but she let her eyes flutter shut again. “Xan…” she called and with a gentle tug lifted his head from between her legs. She swallowed and let out a shaky breath while she studied his face, wet with her fluids and she could feel her arousal building again.

His weight shifted as he fell back into her awaiting arms and she curled her small form all around him. Xander didn’t know if he was blushing…he wasn’t sure he had enough blood left in his upper half to facilitate such a feat, but if there was he was beet red and shaking as he looked down into the grey-blue eyes of his Slayer. She was red and panting to match him, her pupils dilated and he was sure that his were the same. Probably to the point were his dark eyes looked black. “Ha…” his grin was labored to say the least and his erection was throbbing against her center again through his pants.

Buffy didn’t answer him though, “Pants,” she whispered while trying to push the fabric down as much as she could. “…pants off…”

Xander almost couldn’t see he was so lightheaded and Buffy sucking on his neck, scraping her teeth lightly over his trembling skin, wasn’t helping him either. He lifted his hips, hoping to not break contact with her and pushed his pants down his hips, kicking them off once they were free of his straining erection and he settled back down against the heat between her legs. She pulled back form his throat when she felt him resting completely on top of her body, wrapped in her arms and legs and so close to where she wanted him to be…needed him, and then he was kissing her again, as hard as his cock was against her soaking core and he was grinding down. Buffy almost couldn’t breathe, Xander’s kiss was so insistent, his solid chest crushing into hers so hard, but when she felt him thrusting lightly against her opening seeking entrance she realized that she was holding it. Waiting for his next movement that would ignite every nerve and tissue in her body with his searing heat.

With a moan Xander found his spot. The one that slid him inside and locked their bodies together while allowing him to keep his arms around her, even as Buffy gasped into his mouth. He pulled back a fraction of an inch and looked down into her face, his mouth open and sucking in gulps of air while he shook against her with every thrust. Their lips were touching, shaking against each other, without any attempts to kiss. He watched her react to the feeling of them together and was reborn in the feeling of her strong arms wrapped around his middle. Xander loved her expression while she groaned with each slow push inside her heat…her fire, it was fire that he was wrapped in. Sliding so easily in the creamy velvet while Buffy fought to keep her eyes open. They were dark and unfocused in the afternoon light that the room was bathed in and he couldn’t get enough. Her body moved with every thrust and their bodies shook together, building up the release slowly.

It was so right, Buffy thought disjointedly. Them together…it was perfect. No wonder she couldn’t just give this up. Xander was barely moving inside of her, yet it was enough. Short strokes to keep them more connected than apart and rubbing that spot so deep inside her. The spot that no one had ever touched, not physically, not mentally or emotionally. The spot that Buffy never recognized until she found Xander, and she loved that he had showed her that part of herself – given her a new sense of feeling and completion. She moaned again and throbbed around his shaft and he hugged her closer. She could feel his sweat against her front and under her fingers on his back and his head dropped forward, burying his face in her neck.

Buffy lifted her legs higher around his waist and locked them in place. Her knees rested just below his shoulders and they both groaned as he slid in even deeper. Buffy rotated her hips up against his and shifted her shoulder that Xander was sucking on – breaking his contact and lifting his head free from the nook. Xander looked down through hazy darkened eyes and Buff quashed her lips to his. Her tongue moving into his mouth as deep as she could force it, and with the same surpassing gentleness that Xander was displaying bet her her legs. Moving so slowly and holding on so tight. It would be a crime to stop this…for them to not join together this way and feel this. This perfection and completion of her body holding his.

Xander caught her whimpered groan in his mouth and Buffy arched down away from the kiss. He let her. Watched her so closely and the his eyes went wide briefly before closing at what he felt. Her breath was coming in high pitched keening and he wasn’t sure that she was even looking at him even though her eyes were open, lids fluttering at the sensation that he shared. One hard clench inside her that held while Buffy’s hips jerk up against his, ruining the previous rhythm and drumming out a new one. An erratic spasming of her pelvis that matched what was fluttering all around his hardness inside of her, and Buffy never turned her eyes away from his. She opened to him, deep inside, and hoped that her gaze would convey what she was feeling right at that moment. What he had caused her to feel while her heart pounded in her chest.

Xander tried to smile down to her, but knew that he didn’t even come close to that expression. He knew that he couldn’t convey what was racing through his heart and soul, and ohGod…he hissed a out breath and caught his bottom lip in his teeth while his head dropped down to hers. Xander’s movements became even slower, impossibly deep when the tingle started in his back, moving like lightening all throughout his body and deviating in his groin. He kissed her again, tight and closed lipped when he felt his balls tighten and on that first surge and with the consent of Buffy’s acknowledging moan their kiss segued into a deeper wet caress.

Buffy held him tighter while he suckled her lips, filling her with uneven thrusts until he finally relaxed completely. They nipped with lazy smiles and teased with the tips of their tongues while staying locked together.

“I believe that’s two for Harris and zero for the liar,” he laughed breathily when he pulled back a fraction of an inch, but she just let a lazy grin break out on his . He. He knew just as well that she did, so there was no need to try to deny the fact. She couldn’t even think of a witty comeback right now, if she had wanted to in the first place. Xander licked his lips and pulled back slightly, sliding his hand between them and easing his cock from her body. Buffy was still holding him and watching his smirk before she shut her eyes against the loss of his hard flesh inside her, but her eyes snapped open when she felt the pads of his fingers slide over the still swollen and now flaccid skin of her pussy. He seemed to be fascinated with touching her just after he had been a part of her and she found his possessive petting fairly relaxing when her blood was still signing in her veins.

Buffy let him slid from her embrace, but Xander didn’t move far. Simply rolling to the side and dropping down beside her, his head pillowed on her breast while her fingers resumed their tender combing through his hair. Buffy felt his breath fanning out across her chest catching her nipples and peaking them again of their own volition. She didn’t know if Xander noticed because he simply kept tracing small patterns on her stomach with idle sweeps of his index and middle fingers. “Your heart’s beating all fast,” Buffy whispered finally. “I can feel it all the way through you.”

Xander smiled a little so that she could feel it against her skin. “That’s cuz I just had sex,” he explained matter-of-factly. “My hearts working overtime to get blood to the less important upper half of my body.” Buffy pushed playfully at his head but then kept petting. “Plus,” he continued softly. “Yours is too.” Xander skimmed his fingers over her abs and then tapped out a light pattern, “LubdubLubdubLubdub…”

Buffy shut her eyes and listened to Xander’s coaxing voice, feeling just seconds away from letting sleep claim her but knowing that she could fight it off. She ran her fingers through his hair and made it stand up, “I don’t love you, you know.”

Xander stopped his drumming let his palm fall flat against her stomach. “Good,” he said finally and with a smile that she could hear. Xander lifted slightly from his resting place and moved over Buffy’s face. He took in her look of confusion before leaning down and kissing it away. Another slow even kiss with just a hint of tongue that she responded to until Xander pulled back and lay beck down on the pillow of her body. “Then I don’t feel bad about not loving you too.”

“Good.” They didn’t love each other and that, in Buffy’s book was a plus. The next thing that she had to phase out of their relationship was his making un-love to her, then. She had to make sure that her actions didn’t negate her words and she didn’t lead him on by returning the gesture…letting her body tell him that she loved him when she didn’t. Not like that. Not any more. “Promise?”

“Of course,” Xander said after a breath. “You’re unattractively repulsive,” he said with an even voice. “I just figure that nobody else is going to lay you, I should do you a favor and…hahahhaahaOhGodBUfff…” Xander tried to roll away from her but she had turned on the Slayer strength and he couldn’t escape. “Soooorrry…BuffyBuffyBuff..SorryImeanit. I do…” She was tickling him all over while they laughed. Xander tried to roll her over but Buffy locked her thighs around him and he was short of breath from all the tickling, the underhanded little…

Buffy’s hands worked over his sides and she laughed even louder when she saw the tear in his eyes.

“YOU’RE HOT!” Xander exclaimed, but she kept up the torture. “FOR REALS BUFF…I…JOKING!!”

“Too late, Harris,” Buffy sat back in her straddle while her fingers slide up under his arms, which he had tried to lock to his sides. She had found his most ticklish spot and was going in for the…She rocked back slightly and lost her train of thought, his cock, which had been completely limp from their earlier activities before the tickle war, was now hard and pressed into the curve of her ass. Buffy broke out in an evil grin and while Xander was still breathing hard and unprepared she reached down between her legs, grasped his member and slid onto it in one smooth stroke.

Xander’s eyes shot open wide and his mouth followed the same path with a loud yelp of surprise. Back inside of her body was the last thing that he expected, but was most welcome all the same. His hands grasped her hips and contributed to the hard bouncing motion that Buffy had started as soon as she was pinned on him.

She leant down and braced her hands on his chest, rotating her hips in hard circles, rolling back and forth, up and down while licking her lips and staring at his awed expression. The fullness stretching deeper inside her than before, pressing her inner muscles aside while they clenched in resistance. She was still tender from the first time and that made his penetration that much smoother…wetter…the friction of his hardness rubbing her all over and igniting every nerve. “Prove me wrong again,” she demanded in a harsh whisper.

Xander wanted nothing more than to do that. He held her hips tighter and thrust his hips off the bed, forcing Buffy up with him. His mind was blank and solely focused on this, on them. Together and moving in tandem for that one moment…those mere seconds of blinding bliss and completion that Buffy had assured him she had never felt before him. No fear or loathing. No pretending. Just total comfort and relaxation and calming safety. Xander’s heart clenched and his throat restricted at the implications of that confession and he tossed his head back and redoubled his efforts, yanking her down to him harder and making her cry out loud. He couldn’t get any further inside of her and yet he wanted to. Buffy slammed down, felt his balls on her ass for a split second before she was lifted up only to repeat the sensation another split second later.

She tightened around him and released in fresh bursts of sensation. Her wetness expelling from her body and coating him, branding him as hers. He was. She thought on a down thrust and she lowered her gaze to see him. He was hers. He had promised himself to her, just as he had promised that he didn’t love her. He was her best best friend….bestfriendyeah…hers. “Look,” she ordered again in a harsh breath. “Look at me.”

Xander gulped and forced his eyes open and locked onto her face. Buffy was staring at him again, more focused than before, but still with the same dark eyes while she rotated her hips on his. His eyes dropped and followed the line of her throat and down to her breasts. Jesus did he want to touch them…lean up and lick over the blushing heated flesh, but his hands were needed else where. He needed to keep her moving on his cock as hard and fast as she was, and her hands were pressing on his chest, keeping him locked to the mattress. Trapped. If there was a prison that he never wanted to escape it was here…it was her.

Buffy was breathing hard and she leant forward, keeping their upper bodies apart but, at the same time, managing to mash her clit against his pubic bone. She stroked him up and down, once…then again…one last time while she tried to regulate her breathing to make this feeling last – keep the tingle just sharp enough without submitting to it, and then she sat up. “…don’t you wa…want to watch,” she sat back more and closed her eyes. “Xan…Xander…watch me…”

He grit his teeth and his thrust grew more disjointed. “I…am…Iam…so beautiful. I amwatchingyou…”

Buffy shook her head and trailed one hand down his torso, over his quivering abs and then to her own core. Her fingers tickled over the base of his shaft and she caught his strangled, “Buffy,” in the midst of a strangled pant. “Can you see what you’re doing?” she asked while her face was relaxed in concentration. “You’re in so deep, Xan…look…” her fingers slid through her own slick wetness and she started rubbing her clit hard.

Xander’s eyes were glued between her legs, spread open and accepting him completely while she touched herself with a rough touch. He wanted to do that too. Feel her even more than around him. She was clenching inside again and biting her lip and he knew that she was close. Xander laughed to himself…she was close and he was…hell, he was dying. Dying inside her and she didn’t seem to care. Buffy seemed to want him to because she was still riding him hard.

“See…Xan…do you see what,” her hips were rotating and he simply held on. This was hers and he would let her take it. “…see what you’re doing to me…God…Xan…”

“Buffy…” her name came out in a harsh exhalation and his hips rose from the bed to lock them together one final time as everything inside him went taut and rigid. “…so good Buff…” Xander’ss eyes clenched shut and he felt the waves overtake him. Flood out of his body through what had to be the tiniest opening in his body and he cried out wordlessly, guessed that his scream might have even been simply in his mind, as the pulsing outpouring continued.

The sensations were too much…pleasure…stabbing pain penetrating so deep that she couldn’t breath. Didn’t want to because the feelings might stop…this limbo between anguish and ecstasy where her body tittered while deciding which way to fall. Xander was still helping her rock, but much more inelegantly than before as she had felt him release inside of her…could feel his fluids rushing back in the opposite direction and spilling out of her body, with every stroke leaking back down his shaft, but he didn’t stop moving with her. “Xander,” she beckoned on one final breath as she was lifted higher, her body building and breaking all around him.. “I…I can’t…”

“You are,” he assured her. “You are…let go…”

“…Youhaveto…you have to promise…” Buffy let out a deep breath. “You’re not in love…notinlove with me…please…pleasepromise…please….” Her body didn’t care to wait for an answer. The answer her heart needed more than anything so that hopefully she could trick it into feeling the same. Buffy let out a sharp cry and her hips jerked forward, riding him throughout her spasms and milking his deflating cock in a hot creamy hold. And the feelings were lasting, surging through her weakened body while she panted and fell slack against his chest.

Xander shut his eyes in relief when she finally gave out against him and he wrapped his arms tight around her. He stroked her back through her loose hair while he listened to her breathing slow. “Buffy,” he called quietly but got no response. He kept petting her, running his hand lightly over the smooth soft skin of her shoulder while watching the top of her head out of the corner of his eye. “Buff?”

“Hmm?” she answered groggily.

“I…” Xander took a deep breath and then slid one hand to her face, tilting Buffy’s chin up so that she was looking him in the eyes. Before he even found his voice he pulled her closer, pressing a light kiss against her soft lips and lingering for a moment. “I’m not in love with you,” his voice was clear and his sea searched hers.

Buffy smiled slightly and nodded. She didn’t know what she had just seen flash through his expression, but whatever it was it was still warm. Friendly and comforting and reassuring. It was hr best friend. Her Xander. “I’m not in love with you,” she told him back with the same little half smile that he gave to her.

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Summers Living Room
May 6, 2005
3:15 PM

“Jesus,” Dawn muttered as she walked back into the room, juice box in hand. “You’d think that if you had a half a day you’d spend it being productive. But no…not those two.” Kennedy was eyeing the younger girl as she muttered. “Nope. You give them a half a foot and to maneuver and a minute and a half…” She finished by jamming her index finger of her right hand through the small hole she made with the fist of her left.

Kennedy chuckled and shifted sideways in her chair, draping her legs over the armrest. “Or at least this…” she made a similar lude gesture by bringing her fist to her mouth and pressing her tongue into her cheek. Dawn blushed despite herself and turned three shades of red.

“Hey!” the all too familiar protest in Buffy’s voice preceded the Slayer down the stairs. “Don’t show my little sister things like that.”

“Well,” Kennedy tossed over her shoulder to the eldest Slayer. “If it isn’t Horny: the elusive eighth dwarf.” Buffy glowered at her and the younger Slayer grinned.

Dawn laughed though her scowl noting that in this, Buffy’s first appearance since the two teens had been home – which had been for about an hour and a half, she was dressed in a pair of Xander’s boxers and Dawn’s eighth grade gym shirt. “I already know what it means,” she teen defied. “I’m not a kid.”

“Yet I can still ground you.” Buffy spoke rhetorically. “Ah the transition from childhood to adulthood.” The Slayer smiled too sweetly for Dawn’s tastes and if she weren’t the Slayer, and Buffy weren’t her sister, she would have a few choice words to say to the other girl. She watched the blonde disappear into the kitchen and listened to her dig through the fridge.

“Hey,” Kennedy’s call broke into Dawn’s silent rant. “Anybody ever tell you that if you frown like that you’re face is gonna stick there?”

“Yes,” Buffy answered her her as she came back into the room. She plopped down onto the couch and lifted her legs to starch out. She tossed a smile to Dawn and pulled an Oreo out of the bag that she retrieved from the kitchen. “Nana said that to her all the time.” Buffy’s face creased in thought, “Did you not have as happy a childhood as I did?”

“Oh I did,” Dawn smiled back brightly, “I got to spend mine making your life a living hell. It was well worth it.”

Kennedy raised her eyebrows at the two siblings and then turned back to the TV. She thanked God that she was an only child, but cursed that Willow was not there to help defuse the situation. “So,” she asked finally after a few moments of hearing witty barbs like ‘dumbass’ and ‘skank whore’ fly back and forth between Buffy and Dawn, “What’re the flowers for?” she pointed to the coffee table in front of Buffy.

“Xan got the job,” the Slayer beamed excitedly, and chucked a cookie at Dawn when she saw her imitate her out of the corner of her eye. “He brought them for you guys. But,” she added tossing a smirk to Dawn who was munching on the Oreo. “If I have anything to say about it, and I do. They’re only for you and Wills,” she told Kennedy.

“So that explains why you guys have been scarce this afternoon.” Dawn spoke while focusing on the episode of Divorce Court that Kennedy had changed to. “A little friendly fornication to celebrate, eh big sis?”

Buffy rolled her eyes and bit down her temper. Why must they *all* try to bait her into saying that she wanted to be with Xander. She didn’t. It’s called acceptance and she thought that all her friends and family should look it up. “He wants to take us all to dinner tonight so…”

That got Dawn’s attention and she turned to her sister. Dinner with Xander. She kept her blissful smile inside, but then out and out frowned when she remembered her history homework. She had a doozy of a final paper due and while she had been told that senior year was a cake walk, especially at the end, she didn’t want to take any chances. “Sorry, Buff,” she sighed, “I have a paper to write…”

“Aren’t you graduating in a couple weeks?” Buffy raised an eyebrow and sounded skeptical.

“Yes.”

“And you’re still doing homework?” The Slayer looked more shocked than anything else. “You’re already done…they could fail everything until the final and you’d still get a diploma.”

“And the scholarship to UCLA?”

“Go to UC Sunnydale. Carry on my legacy…”

“As a dropout?” The teen’s satisfied smirk could not be contained and, apparently, neither could Buffy’s urge to flip her off. “I get to be close to home and yet far enough away to not have you visit everyday for free. I’m not going to pass it up.”

Buffy’s eyes dropped back to her bag of cookies. “I wasn’t going to visit everyday,” she muttered. “Maybe weekends…”

“I’m going to wait and see what Wills is doing,” Kennedy informed the Slayer. “She might need…help…with school stuff…”

“So you’re not going either?” Buffy sounded offended. “Xander works so hard to help all of us and…and he goes out and gets you all flowers and he’s all excited and happy, and none of you want to just indulge him for one night?!”

“I think you indulge enough for all of us,” Dawn tossed over her shoulder. “And I want to go…I just can’t.”

“And I’ll go if Willow goes.” Kennedy clarified. “If she doesn’t…”

“Why don’t we do something this weekend?” Dawn suggested. “I’m totally free then.”

“Of course you are,” Buffy coddled her sister and was satisfied with her comeback. This time the Slayer got the bird.

“Do what this weekend?” Xander’s excited voice accompanied his stomping footsteps down the stairs. He too had changed into his veg out sweats and t-shirt before heading down to join Buffy and the others

Dawn jumped up from her seat and jumped on him, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Congratulations Forman Harris!” she beamed when she pulled back.

“You told them?!” Xander looked at Buffy accusingly, but the Slayer just shrugged and dunked another Oreo in her glass of milk.

“You left you gifts all over the place. You don’t know how to surprise.”

Xander hugged Dawn back in thanks and caught Kennedy’s congratulatory nod on his way to the couch that Buffy was stretched out on. “You just like stealing my thunder,” he stated matter of factHe lHe lifted her bare feet and laid them in his lap, his idle hands taking up the task of rubbing them while Buffy dunked another cookie.

“I’d never do that,” Buffy spoke through a mouth full. “Most of your thunder comes in the night and I spend the majority of my time trying to get away from it.” Xander squeezed her foot hard and Buffy giggled and tried half heartedly to get away. She figured that he was getting her back for her earlier assault. “What?” she laughed, “It burns my lungs in my sleep. I’d be happier if you would keep it more.”

“Oh it turns you on and you know it,” Xander narrowed his eyes and taunted her. Buffy giggled at him and dunked another Oreo. She waited until it got soft in the milk and then reached it out to Xander, who grinned and ate it out of her hand. “So, ladies,” Xander mumbled while Buffy wiped the milk that was dribbling down his chin away with her fingers. He shot her a glare when she wiped her hand dry on his t-shirt. “Buffy told you the good news. I’m thinking we all go out on the town, eat our fill…”

“Xander’ll pay,” Buffy threw in brightly. “C’mon Dawnie. Free food…anything you want.”

“Whoa there Buff, lets not get carried…You don’t want to go Dawnie?” he turned to look at her and saw her already disappointed expression wither even further under his puppy dog eyes.

“I have a paper to write! What is it with you people?!”

“Aren’t you a senior?” Xander asked confused and received a sneer from Dawn. “I’m just saying,” he shrugged, “I didn’t do any homework senior year. Too busy blowing up the school,” he smiled brightly at Buffy.

“You didn’t do any homework any year,” Buffy corrected with a matching smile. He squeezed her foot again.

“What about you Ken..nedy. Kennedy?” he smiled while fumbling over his words.

“I’m going to…”

“Wait and see what Willow does,” Buffy finished for her with a condescending tone. “Nobody in this hose acts independently,” she fed Xander another cookie while she spoke, “Has Destiny’s Child taught us nothing?”

“C’mon guys,” Xander ignored her, “It’s a big job. I just want to go out and have some fun.”

Dawn was about to crack but was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. “Guys?!” Willow called heading for the stairs, but stopping short in the doorway of the living room. “Guys…hey,” she smiled at the scene. Xander and Buffy on the couch, her feet in his lap while Dawn seemed to be doing her best to focus on the TV instead of them, while Kennedy was now tuned away from the television and smiling at her. Willow walked into the room and brushed a light kiss on her girlfriend. “You’ll never guess what!”

“Xander got the new job!” Dawn said excitedly.

“Oh! Yay, Xan!” Willow skipped over to the couch and leant down to hug her grinning best friend, as Buffy didn’t seem to be in any big hurry to remove her feet from his lap. “Are you sooo excited?!”

“Oh yeah,” Xander grinned when she released him. “I even rushed home to surprise you guys with the news and really expensive flowers…”

“Those look like the ones that Mrs. Binkley grown in her garden down the street?” Kennedy pointed out then realized that she had spoken out loud. “But still very nice…pretty.”

“I’m never doing anything nice for anybody in this house ever again,” Xander insisted and received a nod from Buffy. “What did you do, Wills?” he turned his attention back to his friend.

The redhead beamed, “You’re looking at the new TA for Behavioral Statistics next fall!!!”

Everybody smiled their congratulations. “Wow,” Buffy commented. “Math and psychology. Will the fun ever start?” The rest of the room tried to stifle their laughter.

“It is fun,” Willow pouted, but then, as was Willow style, she brightened almost immediately, “We’ll all go out,” Willow was still beaming while she walked back to Kennedy’s chair and sat down on the armrest.

Xander nodded, “Exactly. I made reservations and…”

Willow’s smile faltered. “Tonight?” she looked upset, “Aww, Xan. I have finals next week. I really need to do my review things. Why don’t we all go somewhere this weekend?”

Xander shook his head. “Me thinks that I’ve been ditched for academia again, Buffster.”

“Poor Xander,” Buffy pouted for his benefit and the offered him another cookie to cheer him up. “I’d always pick you over books.”

“You’d pick brain rot over books Buffy,” Dawn arched an eyebrow and Willow giggled.

“What?” the red head sucked in a breath to halt her laughter. “You’ve always been more of an audio-visual girl. Which is still a very beneficial learning tool.” Buffy still looked skeptical so she added, “Even Giles saw that.”

“I can’t this weekend though,” Xander huffed in an almost whine. “I have to go down to Anaheim and check out the new site. It’s the whole weekend.”

“We’re going to go to Disneyland,” Buffy smiled excitedly and ate another cookie. “I’m getting on Space Mountain.”

“And what will you be riding once you get into the park?” the younger Slayer just couldn’t resist and even Willow patted her on the back, discreetly, of course.

Xander blushed some and forced out a chuckle. He obviously wasn’t used to hearing half of the jibes that Buffy did from their friends because she simple fell into a tight smile at the comment. “I’m supposed to go down Friday night, and I figured why be alone in that huge big hotel room. I won’t know anybody…”

“It’s like two and a half days, Xander,” Willow pointed out.

“And amusement parks aren’t fun when you’re all alone,” Xander tried.

“So let me get this straight,” Dawn spoke, in an almost angry, but mostly disbelieving tone. “You get a free weekend?” Xander nodded. “At Disneyland?” Another nod. “And you’re taking the oldest person in the house?”

“Hey!” Buffy stuck her bottom lip out.

“Well I’d take her too if I were gonna get so laid all over a hotel,” Kennedy let out a breathy laugh and turned back to the TV. “I said that out loud again, huh?”

“Yeah, Baby,” Willow nodded.

“I meant laid by you,” Kennedy looked up and gave her a grin. Willow leant down and kissed her grin with one of her own.

Dawn was still bitter, but shrugged anyway, “I guess.” She turned back to the TV and grumbled, “I don’t see what’s so great about her…”

“We covered this,” Kennedy explained while repeating her earlier hand gesture. This time Willow blushed and Dawn snickered, Buffy, on the other hand chose violence as a reaction and she whipped a couch cushion at the brunette girl.

“Aren’t you going to defend my honor?” Buffy turned to Xander and asked expectantly.

He faced her with a surprised expression as he was put on the spot, but then decided to join in the good natured fun, “Well, that is a really great quality you hav..oooffrrg…” All the sir flew out of his lungs and he actually saw stars when Buffy lifted her heel and then slammed it back down in his lap. Xander doubled over and fought to keep his eyes open while the females in the room laughed at him. “So not funny,” he breathed out. “I could be impotent!”

“Oh please,” Buffy smirked and settled back into the couch. “I’ve seen it and it’s not all the way down your leg like that.”

“You obviously have worse aim than I’ve given you credit for…” Xander’s voice held no hint of humor while he sat folded over the Slayer’s feet and glared at her and the laughter continued around him.

“Well maybe next time you won’t sink to their level and make fun of me!”

“Oooh,” Willow sat forward on her arm rest and folded her arms over her lap while she gave Buffy and Xander her undivided attention. “Lover’s quarrel!”

“Yeah!” Kennedy turned with interest to stare at the two bickering on the couch. “It’s like Springer with the violence and cursing…”

Dawn looked wide eyed and hopeful, but her voice was teasing, “That what happens when you’re in luuuuvvvv…”

“We are not in love!” Buffy and Xander shouted at the same time.
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The End