Redefining Unlife

Umm... I'm really nervous about posting this. Slash I can write, and generally get the details down ok. Het stuff? Never tried before. And before any Spander-nazis start in on me, this *will* turn into real slash eventually. If we can cope with the process of plot development first. *snerk*


~ Part 7 ~

Xander had arranged for reservations at a tiny Indian restaurant halfway between her hotel and the club. His extensive experience with Indian quisine? Asking Leigh to order for them both.

She sat back sipping the last of her spiced tea, once again took in her date's new look. Deep brown slacks cut close to his body, outlining every shift and flex of muscle. She'd had to wipe her chin from drooling after watching him bend down to retrieve his dropped keys. A cream colored, brushed silk shirt with some muted abstract design in emerald and garnet clung to his chest, and he must've enjoyed it as much as she by the tight raised nipples she could see through the thin fabric. He hadn't bothered with his hair, not that she minded - it suited him, the fallen out of bed look.

As a couple, they created a striking picture. She couldn't help imagining how they'd look in less formal surroundings. Her bed, or his, she wasn't terribly particular at that point. A flood of heat warmed her from head to toe, bringing a flush to her skin.

"Hey, you ok there?" Xander's large hand covered hers, and he dragged their chairs closer together.

"Yeh, just... that hormone thing." Fuck, she was starting to sound like Dawn now. "Shouldn't we be leaving soon? Don't want to miss the warm-up." Even to her own ears, that was lame.

Giving her a curious look, Xander stood and held out her chair. "We've got time, and it won't kill us to walk the rest of the way. Nice evening, good company." He smiled down at his date, holding her jacket as she slipped it back on. "Wanna stop for ice cream maybe? I hear they make a chocolate version of it."

She had to react to that. Slapping his arm, Leigh huffed, "Now you're just humoring the emotional chit." Not that she would mind some chocolate, but really, she didn't need anything adding to her arousal. Wasn't chocolate supposed to be an aphrodesiac?

With a snort and raised eyebrows, Xander squeezed her hand. "You seem to forget my own worship of the mighty god cocoa." He paid their bill and opened the door, stepping aside to allow her through first. "Either's fine with me, hun. I'm just enjoying... all of this."

"Yeh, never figured you for easy company. Not like this." She shrugged, then snuggled beneath his arm. "Be a bitch of a joke, wouldn't it? We get together and settle somewhere, then the Powers That Wank turn me back."

Xander laughed loud enough to startle their fellow pedestrians. "Maybe, maybe not. I tried to tell you before, I missed you. And no, can't say there were any romantic notions involved. That doesn't mean that there wouldn't be now. You're looking at a different person, just not as dramatic a change as your own."

Blue eyes darted up to catch his expression, but Leigh saw no sarcasm or mocking. "Really. Must be a story there, luv. The Xander Harris I remember was so straight he'd make Casanova look like a poof."

This time, Xander had to stop walking to hold his sides and not fall over. Leigh counted to twenty before smacking him on the back, but it did nothing to alleviate the fit of mirth.

"Right, what's the joke, Xan? C'mon, I could use a laugh too." She was beginning to get worried - wasn't this the person who reminded her to breathe?

Gulps of air fought for time with short explosions of barking laughter, but he seemed to be winning the war. "It's just... you never heard," snicker, snort, "bout my summer at Oxnard," giggle, "and all the new tricks," gasp, "I learned there."

Ok, more of a story than she'd expected. Directing them toward a nearby bench, she pushed him down and sat on his lap. Hey, she ended up there eventually, might as well jump ahead a few steps. "To steal a phrase from Red, alright spill it, buddy."

Paraphrasing the same speech he'd given his girls so long ago, Xander finally admitted what he'd never told them, ending with: "Didn't just learn how to wiggle my butt while taking off clothes, ok? My eyes opened to... other possibilities. There just wasn't any guy I'd make a pass at back in SunnyD. The best were either taken, likely to kick my ass for suggesting something, or... out of my league."

"Uh huh! Xan, don't ever wanna hear you say that sorta shite." Emphatically denying the prospect, Leigh couldn't forget how often she'd told him basically that, once upon a time. "Any person would be lucky to be with you, ya daft lug." She growled at him, softening it with a quick kiss. "And if I ever said otherwise, just ignore it. Was hard enough to accept charity from humans - I was lashing out with no reason most of the time."

Xander just shrugged. "Leigh. Spike. Fuck, whichever's talking right now. My self-esteem had major problems then, and it isn't much better now. Still, I know when not to bother. It's useless to chase someone who's got their heart set on another person."

Leigh's heart threatened to break. She knew he wasn't necessarily talking about him, but that it *could* have been... "For the best, isn't it? Otherwise I'd have to chase them off to have a chance with ya."

Mood lightened a bit, Xander let himself enjoy his lapful of curvy, cuddly Leigh. "Y'know, last night I had almost convinced myself to bail on meeting you. This adorable little thing passed out, directly in my arms. And you know I'm a sucker for damsels in distress. Was two seconds away from calling in an emergency case of the runs." He snickered and ducked away from the playful punch. "Lucky for me, I didn't have to stand you up, huh?"

"Ya woulda been in a serious world o' hurt, Harris!" Leigh let herself be dragged away from more serious topics. "So, how attached are ya to this band?"

"Eh, they're good, but it's not like this is their final concert." Giving her an exaggerated leer, "Whatcha got in mind, little girl?" He licked from the collar of her jacket up to her ear, nuzzling and nibbling on the tender skin below her lobe.

"MmmMore of that?" Leigh's eyes rolled back in her head, neck thrown back to allow that wicked mouth to do its thing. "You serious about staying the night, luv?"

Xander had found the land of milk and honey - milky skin that tasted of warm honey, the closest he'd ever get to heaven regardless of his history assisting the Slayer. He suckled at her throat, adding to the fading marks from the previous evening.

"Hun, I can't say how things work with women, not for certain. For most guys, a first time is a relief, something to get out of the way almost. But the way Wills and Buffy talked, it made them all tender and emotional and exposed, vulnerable in a way not even superpowers could cover. I just don't want you... resenting that, or me for making you feel it."

Leigh's female hormones melted at her lover's thoughtfulness, even as Spike's snarkiness roared in laughter at the shmaltz lying in its own stink. "S'the fanciest line I've ever heard, pet. Not saying it ain't true, but let's get with the shaggin, yeh?"

He stopped the productive exploration, looking closely at his partner. "And hello, bleached menace. All the new sweetness was beginning to make me paranoid." Still stroking his hands along her back, beneath the jacket to bare skin, Xander tilted his head. "Not that I haven't slept with schitzophrenics before, but it'd be nice to know sometime between now and getting our clothes off."

"Ta know what, luv?"

"Whether you're gonna turn into split personalities on me. While I'm in you even. Would be one helluva shock, y'know?"

"Mmm, or it could add some spice." She tried pressing her face into his neck, but Xander pulled her chin up. "Xan, it's all me. That's what I think you keep forgetting. Not even the battle tween soul an demon, yeh? Only me, in this mixed up body. Guess it's not so wonky though, cus it's only wanted *you*. Hear that, whelp? Of all the people I've come into contact with since being brought back, you're the only person that sets me on fire." He blinked down at her, not dodging when Leigh's lips softly touched his. "Want you to burn me up, Xan. Don't matter which bits I've got, wouldn't matter bout yours either. Just want this. Us." She pressed her mouth to Xander's again, initiating a hard wet kiss, then breaking off when he began to reciprocate. "Can we *please* get with the shaggin now?" And the whine was pure Spike.

Laughing out his tension, Xander stood and cradled his blond burden close to his chest. "I think we can arrange something, since you asked so nicely." With one last peck to the tip of Leigh's nose, he headed back toward the hotel.

~ *~

Regardless of its ancient tradition for being staid and strict in following tradition, London had become a fairly progressive town. If not, the snuggling couple would have been taken in for lewd public behavior long before they reached Leigh's suite. Clothes remained (basically) where they belonged, but not for lack of exploratory groping on both sides. They did manage to scandalize a grey-haired matron on the lift, snickering at her loud and frequent 'harrumph's.

Opening the door, Leigh found herself caught up in giggles that just refused to stop. Poor Xander had to kiss her quiet, then kiss her again (just because) before asking, "What's with the snickers, hun?"

She helplessly pointed toward the coffee table, chuckling even as she explained. "This afternoon. Manager thought I had someone else living here. Cus the kitchen staff told him how much I ate. Put his arse in its place."

Xander took a moment to follow her gesture, and goggled at the *enormous* basket of fruit and chocolates that covered the long table. At one end was a double bucket with ice and two bottles of very nice champagne. He grinned, crinkling the skin around his eye. "Well, that helps with my plan to seduce this gorgeous blond I picked up last night."

"Hmm, got competition, do I?" She nipped at his neck, enjoying the ripple of his chest muscles reflexively tensing. "Let's see what I can do about that."

Allowing her to slither to her feet, Xander could only stand back and watch as shoes and jacket were dropped behind the couch. Rounded breasts, that he knew from experience would fill his hands perfectly, bounced beneath shimmering gold material. With every move she made, it flowed against her curves, shadowing and hinting at what lay beneath. The skirt he had admired all evening hugged her slim waist and lush hips, and he longed to grab hold, pull her tight against his body.

Leigh gasped at the perverse thrill she felt at being the cause of such high arousal. She took slow steps back toward her friend, soon to be lover, watching with great interest how his pants tightened at each sway of her hips. It was a heady sensation, this power over such a strong-willed man.

"You just gonna stand there all night, Xan?" Her words broke through his attentive stare. In two long strides, he had her back in his arms. "Much better, luv. Think we can grab a bottle and some glasses, move this to the bedroom maybe?" Silently, he did as suggested, ushering her along with a firm grip.

Only after the door closed behind them and a bedside lamp was turned on did he speak. "Want to see you, watch your face when I make love to you." He leant down and captured her lips, sucking and licking his way inside.

Passion she knew, but this went beyond such simple feelings. Xander was sucking her soul out through her mouth. No, she corrected that thought while she was still capable, he was dancing with her soul, leading it in a complicated tango of eroticism. None of her previous lovers had enjoyed kissing much, regardless of her attempts at showing them how much fun it could be. But this battered mortal treated the practice much as Leigh did - as an intimacy that could communicate more emotions than mere words. She felt what he couldn't bear to say aloud, and returned the same message. There would be no more waiting, neither could last without this contact.

Xander loved to kiss. With each of his girlfriends, it was often the only means he had of sexual release, and one of the most reliable methods of relaying his feelings. Unfortunately for him, Cordy had taken it for granted, Faith couldn't be bothered, and Anya just thought it was foreplay. But here, this marvelous little lady, she understood. And so what if beneath these wonderful breasts was the psyche of a former vampire? He'd lived through worse, and enjoyed most of it. Leigh's responses thrilled him, knowing that she was on the same wave length and every bit as ready.

"Clothes off. Now!" She plucked at buttons, sucking red marks down his chest with each newly exposed inch of flesh.

"Gods yes," he moaned, thankful that her top tied together, easily undone. The slinky fabric slithered over her breasts, crinkling her nipples as it flowed across them. "So beautiful, hun."

Lifting her off the floor, Xander buried his face in her chest, slowly brushing his cheeks against the tender cleavage. He peppered soft kisses across the rounded mounds, settling on one to lick and nibble. When his lips closed around a tight nipple, Leigh cried out, nearly throwing herself out of his grasp.

"Shh, you've got to relax, sweetheart. Don't wanna drop you, might spoil the mood." Xander returned to kissing random spots on her chest, down the smooth plane of her stomach. "Still too many clothes on," he grumbled, letting her slide down his body til she could safely regain her footing.

Glazed blue eyes opened at the loss of those miraculous lips. Since adopting this body, she had discovered how sensative it was. Or thought she'd done. Leigh saw the brunet through new eyes now, as experienced lover. Where they both had practice at pleasuring the female body, she'd never thought much how it felt for the positions to be reversed. She felt a rush of thanks that this man would be the first to show her what her new form was capable of.

While Leigh was stuck in deep contemplation, Xander was busy following orders. He pulled his new shirt - bought just for tonight's date - over his head, tossing it at the dresser. Without looking to see if he'd hit his mark, he toed off both shoes and socks. He hesitated before removing his slacks, then shrugged, figuring that she'd already seen it. And dealt with her own hard-on poking holes in boxers, not the most erotic sight. Admittedly, an erection was flattering to the recipient, but he always felt a bit ridiculous standing around with a boner rubbing wet smears inside his shorts. Xander spared a glance at his girl, and his breath caught at the expression of hunger on her beautiful face.

She tried to swallow out of reflex, but found her mouth too dry. "Where'd you steal the body, Harris? I'd remember seeing this if you'd had it when we lived together." She really should try that breathing thing again. Something must be going wrong, right? He took a step toward her, and Leigh felt her knees buckle. "Xan...?"

"This is definitely becoming a habit, hon. Not that I mind," quickly reassuring her, Xander caught the blond before her legs gave out. "Why do you think there's something going wrong?" He had an idea, having dealt with a certain former vengeance demon, but wanted verification.

"I'm hot, but... not. Can't breathe right either. And looking at you makes it harder." Bewildered eyes, sparkling in arousal and confusion, begged him for answers. "Dunno how birds cope with this mess. A man's got all his feelings in his prick, yeh? This is... everywhere at the same time. Feels like I could climax to my toes."

He gently petted her hair away from her face. "Uh huh, tell me more, sweetheart. I wanna know the difference."

"Your touch- Hell, it's like playing with those electric balls at that Spencer's store, yeh? The ones where little jolts of light follows your fingers? Every place you touch feels like that, but with all 'lectric tingles on my skin." She was mezmerized by the stroking motion, continuing in a daze, "Where your lips touch me, it's like I'm burstin into flames that keep burnin but never into ash, and it makes me want more."

"Sounds complicated." Xander let his hands slowly meander from cupping her face, down neck and across shoulders, massaging each inch he passed. "Guys usually have it all focused in their pants. At least that's what I've heard." He grinned, not admitting any bi-play. "Anything else?"

Leigh licked her lips, trying for more moisture. "Yeh, lots more. I... have this craving, a deep need, and it's so powerful it's scary. I'm so empty, Xander, an I know how to fix that, but just the feelin's the scariest part. Like I'm an unfinished project, an only you can make me whole. But then I know, once we're done, I'll be missin it again."

She sounded so lost, forlorn - a word Xander had heard a few times, but had never been able to put into context. He didn't know how to solve the problem other than the obvious, and she didn't seem ready for that step. "Hun, it's your call. We can't stay 'connected' forever, but that doesn't mean you won't ever feel whole. And how corny did that sound." He leant forward and placed his lips against her brow. "Whatever you want, I'll be here, ok?"

"Feckin hell, Harris! All these damned feelins runnin round inside. How do women do it? I'm in hell." She felt like crying, screaming, maybe cursing even. It couldn't get her in deeper trouble with the Powers than she was already in.

"Oh babe, this isn't hell. No more than any other day, right?" Edging his way over to the bed, Xander pulled them both down, with Leigh taking up her position on his lap. "Hey, maybe this isn't supposed to be a *bad* thing. Think about it, sweetheart," he pulled her chin up, making sure she was looking at his face, "As intense as you're feeling everything now, consider how strong your orgasms are gonna be. Rrowr!" He wiggled his eyebrows, mock-leering until she admitted a shaky grin and slapped his arm.

"Ya dozy bugger, makin fun o' me mortal fears. Insensitive lout, 's what you are." Still, she felt better, some of the tension leaving with the return of humor. "Y'always could make me laugh, Xan. Missed that alot." Rapidly replacing panic, Leigh's body melted against his chest. "Mmm, nice chest, strong and warm and wide."

Xander snickered, cuddling his bundle of fluff. "No going to sleep on me, little lady," and if his Western accent lacked authenticity, it made his lover smile. "Seriously, do you want sleep now? We can curl up and-"

"Xan, if you finish that, I'm gonna have to bite you." Leigh propped herself up on both elbows, making sure to dig them into his pectoral muscles. "This is just... intermission, yeh? Was a bit overwhelming, an not knowin what to expect didn't help none. You'll go slow an easy, right? I... I trust ya, Xander."

Another serious moment crying out for comic relief. "Ouch, that musta hurt." Quickly kissing away the frown, "Hey, I understand what you're saying, and don't think I'm not interested, cus you can feel how much I want you. But I gotta make sure. No regrets, for either of us."

Making up her mind to just do it, Leigh sought his lips and tried to convey how very much she wanted to continue their interrupted lovemaking. "Right, no regrets. Still want you too, never stopped. Just got - as you Scoobies would say - wigged out." She slid along his body til they were limb to limb, lying her head atop his heart. The steady beat soothed the last of her nerves. "Make love to me, now Xan?"

He felt every tiny tremor in her body as she stated her request. "Gladly, m'lady." It had been years since the last time he'd enjoyed that 'first exploration' with a new lover, and Anya was hardly timid about what she him to put his hands or mouth. Many a dream had featured his ideals, replacing the cold reality of how it really happened with the tender fantasy of passion. This he could offer, the sort of introduction to mutual physical pleasure that he'd always hoped to have.

The removal of her skirt and his shorts was... anti-climactic, in comparison to their earlier fevered movements. She ended up beneath Xander, lying open and wanting with his body covering hers. The sensuous slide of skin on skin made Leigh sigh in relieved pleasure. In the pale lamp light, his eye glistened with emotion, creased at the edges by a smile.

Grinning up at Xander's open face, she snickered and asked in her worst mockney accent, "Hey baby, fancy a shag?"

She didn't stand a chance of dodging the fingers aimed at her ribcage.

~ Part 8 ~

AN: Good place for a reminder - this is my first attempt at writing a het sex scene. Don't throw rotten veggies at the keyboard please.

Xander's personality centered on his ability to laugh in any situation. He had been forced, with each of his previous lovers, to supress his humor after the foreplay began. With something close to awe, he reveled in trading tickle fighting for swift kisses and playful nips. Leigh met each attack and countered with her own attempts, and she seemed to enjoy the same childlike enthusiasm in keeping their antics light. He knew things would turn more serious soon, but vowed to draw out the laughter as long as possible. He dodged her hands each time they made a grab at his, not allowing his feather-light touches to be deterred.

She couldn't breathe again, but at least this time she could pinpoint the cause. "Xan!" her voice shrill and gasping for air, "c'mon Xan, can't breathe, lemme up!" If she could just get a hand free...

All at once, his torment stopped, a stormy brown taking in her state of distress. "Maybe you've had enough, huh?" A mischievous smile began to form, and Leigh's brain called for yellow alert. Both her hands were held above her head, and his gaze caught the picture of her, bound for his desire. "Wanna see you tied up in soft silk scarves, helpless to do anything but lay there and let me bring you to pleasure over and over again. Think I could spend hours worshipping your lovely body without repeating a single spot? Yeah, definitely. You gonna let me do that, hun?"

A soft whine of sheer need was all she could offer in reply, arching her breasts up toward him. A spark of memory dragged up from somewhere reminded her that while men responded more to visual stimuli, women were affected by sounds and words. And christonapogostick that was so true - his descriptions burned in her brain, burned into her nerves. All she could do was *want*, and pray he'd understand and do something about it.

"Mmm sweetheart, you're so gorgeous, y'know that? Skin flushed and damp, wanna lick you all over. And watchin your lovely tits rise and fall while you pant for me... such a turn-on." Xander's mouth opened, telegraphing his intent as his face lowered to her chest. The instant his tongue touched her nipple, Leigh screamed with the sharp pulses of moisthotneed that shot out from that one point of contact, spreading down her spine and straight to her untried sex.

Voice husky and deep, he breathed across the moist tip, "Would ya let me do that for you, hmm? Show you what this lovely body can feel?" Xander took the crinkled bud between his teeth, rasping across it gently. He paused and found her watching his every move. Mr Perceptive made a reappearance. "Spike..." She shivered, a full-body tremble beneath him. "Let me give this to you, ok?"

None of the small handful of people who knew of his return had truly accepted one major fact: Leigh was a fiction to appease the world's strictures of gender-based names - inside the delicate curves and sweet face was the total personality of a 120 plus year old *man*, being forced to adapt through the mood swings and emotional luggage of a woman's hormonal urges. But Xander was speaking to that huge part of him, pulling him back from the role he'd begrudgingly accepted.

"All of me, Xan. Show me," voice every bit as husky as the brunet's, Leigh/Spike lay waiting for her lover to fulfill his promise.

A swift smile before his lips covered hers in a wet kiss that seemed to say 'Hey, I know you, and aren't we having a great time?' Xander released her hands, briefly pressing them into the pillow. "Leave them here, k? We'll get to the audience participation part later, for now just... let me."

She moaned against his lips, then grumbled when they were taken away. Before she could complain about the loss, his tongue ran up and down her throat, nibbling along straining muscle in a meandering line down toward her chest. Large hands cupped her breasts to hold them into place, pushing nipples toward each other. This position allowed him to quickly suck one after the other, the sensations blending until it felt as if both buds were in his mouth at the same time.

"So responsive, shoulda known. You always were a junkie for physical stuff, weren't ya? Gods, you're addictive." He thoughtfully chewed at her left tit, sucking roughly enough to leave marks under the fullest part. "Bet you're going nuts holding back too. Just a few more minutes, sweetheart. Then you can join the fun."

Fun? Fuck, if it got any better, she'd surely explode into more messy, tiny pieces than that damned amulet did. Every nerve in her body sent signals of 'now's a grand time to overload' to her lower abdomen, to that place she still hadn't had the chance to explore.

"Mmm, bet you're ready for a little relief though." Hands left her breasts, smoothing over her ribs and down to pull her things apart. "Spread for me, lovely. Gonna show ya what I've learned..."

This was important, she knew... but the connection didn't click. She followed instructions, knowing only that to do so would prolong the searing pleasure.

"Fuckin hell, you're so beautiful, Leigh. Spike, wish you could see this." A single finger traced along flooded labia. "You're so wet, coating these puffy lips. Can't wait to taste ya." So saying, Xander laid his head against her thigh, breathing deeply of the musky scent of aroused female. For him, it was the most intoxicating aroma, made even better because it was all for him. He rubbed his cheek across the smooth skin of her hip, placing open-mouthed kisses atop the golden fluff of pubic curls.

She remembered this feeling - not able to breathe, burning scorching need that took over such involuntary reflexes. Her vision started to grey out, and she wanted to say 'stop just a minute, let me find my brain please', then Xander's genius of a tongue flicked across the wet folds that hid her deepest ache and all such silly thoughts of stopping fled unvoiced. Her body had to suck in a gulp of air just to moan, so it evened out anyways and thank you please never stop doing *that*.

There are times when snickering at your lover is a Very Bad Idea, but Xander couldn't help himself. Leigh's unconscious stream of babble was a wonderful boost to his ego, plus having the additional bonus of keeping him updated on what turned her on. His tongue dipped and dived, tasting the various crevices, drinking a generous serving of her juices. He'd always enjoyed the flavor, and Leigh's was clean and crisp. With a mental smirk, he 'accidentally' brushed her clit with his nose, and found his head stuck in the vice of her thighs.

"FUCK! Xan, please do that again!" Logically, she knew she had the parts, but to actually experience how incredibly sensative it was...

Smothered words, "Hun, I'd love to. But you gotta relax your legs or I'll suffocate, alright?"

Uh, legs. Face between legs. Keep face between legs? Face must breathe too? Oh, right.

"That's right, sweetheart. Face has to suck air before it can suck you."

Ah, makes sense. Maybe we can come to a compromise - long as you keep sucking, I'll try not to smother ya.

Xander snickered into her dripping lips - incidentally vibrating them, not that she was complaining about *that* - then gave up his slow torment. "Try to keep your legs spread wide for me, ok hun? I'll be able to do this for a good long time as long as I can breathe." With that promise reverberating through her wonked higher brain functions, he curled his tongue around her clit and *sucked*. His arms wrapped around Leigh's legs, holding her lower body in place, else she might very well have flown off the bed.

Replacing one hand with his shoulder, Xander wiggled his fingers toward her slit. He had a suspicion that, being a brand new female body, there might well be another barrier to burst. He honestly didn't want to cause any pain, but... "Taste so sweet. Wanna spend days here, tween your legs with my face buried." His mouth returned to suckle and caress her hooded bundle of nerves, hoping to distract her from what his fingers had to do. He was grateful that she produced sufficient juices to ease the entry.

Spike vaguely remembered his prostate. Fun toy, but he was lucky it'd ever been touched (considering how selfish a bedmate that jackarse Angelus was). Prostate stimulation had nothing on this! She wanted to thrash and twist and grind against that wonderful mouth promising and providing such exquisitely painful pleasure. And then, it got better. The emptiness was fading, something filling it, wiggling inside her core and stretching her open. Maybe she could forgive the Powers after all, as long as she never had to leave this bed again.

Shit, oh well... he'd figured as much, and there was nothing else to do but break it. Lifting his lips, Xander quickly reassured, "Don't worry, sweetheart, not stopping. Just gonna tell you sorry now, and then we'll make you feel better."

It didn't make sense, but as long as he put his mouth back *there*, she'd forgive him anything. Then Leigh felt a second finger joining the first, pushing deeper and pressing against something. Before she could formulate a question, that deviously talented tongue began drilling a rapid-fire tempo against her clit, and her world exploded in technicolor fireworks. She barely acknowledged the twinge of something inside giving way around his invasive fingers.

Thank the gods that worked, Xander breathed a sigh of relief. It had been a calculated risk, timing her orgasm with puncturing her hymen. And as long as he didn't push too hard, she should be ready again soon. With one edge of the rumpled comforter, he cleaned up the few drops of blood he'd caused, then kissed his way back up her body.

Leigh floated on a sea of endorphines, basking in the afterglow, thoroughly enjoying her first climax as a woman - and questioning why she'd bitched about her female body. She remembered orgasms as a man. The good, bad and mediocre. It was all centralized, a driving force to fuck into something till the body spasmed in one great sneeze of cum. This woman thing... she'd joked earlier about feeling it to her feet, but that wasn't a lie. Hell, it felt like here eyelashes were quivering from the aftershocks. So absorbed in taking stock of her state of euphoric self, she completely missed the clean-up, or the cause for it.

She couldn't miss the set of warm, slippery lips that nibbled on her own, begging her to join the party. "Mmm, s'wonderful, luv. Thank you." Limp arms came up around Xander's shoulders, loosely pulling him down to cover her suddenly cold body. They exchanged soft kisses, while she tried to restart her brain. There was something she should do, if she could only remember...

He tried to keep his erection away from its prefered target. Most of the women he'd been with didn't want a reminder of his needs until they were ready for a second round, so Xander tried to squash the pressure in his balls with images of dead kittens and Giles' daily demon-ographic reports. Besides, kissing was good. And kissing these sweet lips was its own level of paradise.

They spent several languid minutes in the soft slide of lips, and Leigh couldn't remember ever having felt so replete. The fire had been damped, temporarily, but she could feel it building again. This time, she wouldn't be so terrified of her body's demands. She undulated beneath Xander's sturdy frame, relishing the tingles of contact with his chest, hips, his legs settled between hers... And that's when memory kicked in.

"Oh Xan, I'm so sorry! You haven't-"

"Shh, don't worry bout me for now, k? Told ya, let me lead this time." Xander didn't want her to rush things. He had plenty of practice at pacing himself, even if Anya had been gone awhile. "We'll do more when you're ready, but no rush, darlin."

Spike had had a handful of partners, but each were impatient. He'd never had to hold off for long before sinking into them - usually at their insistance. Tears of something akin to gratitude formed in her eyes, knowing that her partner would let her choose the pace. The thought also threw kindling on that slow burn, pushing it back to a roaring blaze. "Ready now, luv. Show me the rest, yeh?" She twisted her hips, searching for where he'd tucked that lovely hard cock, purring in female satisfaction at his groan when her leg brushed against it.

"Not gonna ask if you're sure, sorry." He shifted up her body a few inches, eye rolling back into his head when the crown of his erection found Leigh's entrance. "Let me know if you get sore or-"

"Hey Xan, shut up and put your dick to use." Rolling her hips up, the first inch of his hard-on pressed past her lips. All she could do was moan at the series of tremors that shot up her spine.

He laughed shakily, grasping at humor to calm himself a bit. "And they say romance is dead." Another inch in, and he fought to breathe. He'd never taken a virgin to his bed - he couldn't count Anya, even with all the years between her human lives she was hardly an untried body. Leigh shifted again, and he slipped halfway inside. "Fuck, be still a minute, will ya? Cus damn, you're tight. Don't want this to be over too soon."

Smugly, she admitted that her earlier feelings of being empty weren't far off the mark. Oh she felt stretched, sure, but it was a comforting sensation. Every pulse of his thick length inside her shot tingles down to her toes. If she could just convince him to *move*, things would get better.

Xander could see the wheels turning in the blond's mind. He wasn't terribly worried, but it did call for diversionary tactics. Taking a slow breath, he pushed his hips forward, embedding himself the rest of the way inside her slick (fuck, so tight!) hole. Her reaction was more than satisfactory. Blue eyes crossed and rolled back til he could only see the whites, her body motionless and waiting for him to edge them closer to completion.

Spike's inner control freak screamed at her body to take control back from the youngster that dared taunt with such pleasure. Leigh's body, however, decided to lay back and let herself be led, used and adored by this sweet and careful lover. The demon grumbled but couldn't deny how wonderful everything felt.

With his lover relaxed, Xander lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. "Be more comfortable for you this way." He pressed their bodies close, stealing a long kiss, then pulled almost all the way out. "Gotta keep it slow or you'll be sore as hell tomorrow." And then, finally, he shifted into a torturously slow pistoning, rubbing across her clit, marking her inner walls with scorching strokes. He reveled in putting such a rapturous expression on Leigh's face, and redoubled his efforts at bringing her the most pleasure possible.

Pierced and stripped completely bare, she'd never felt such intimacy with another being. Leigh was on the verge of tears - again - when her darling's lips descended to nip and pluck at her aereola. Her overtaxed mind couldn't choose which sensation to focus on, splitting her attention and dragging out the divine torture. Tiny whimpers escaped her lips, her slim hands clutching Xander's head against her breast.

He held a tight reign on his body's demands to plunder the deliciously tight sheath spread and wet for his taking. Yet it had been so long since he'd allowed himself the release of sharing pleasure with another person, and soon he gave up any attempts at drawing out their activities. "Sorry, won't last much longer. Want to feel you cum around me first. Getting close, sweetheart?"

She could only nod, her neck feeling loose so she must look like a marionette. Xander's mouth had produced a volcanic eruption of white-hot pleasure, but his cock... that lovely thick piece of flesh... it rammed straight up to her throat, forcing her moans to come out as choked sobs. How could she possibly survive such a tumult of sensation? Even as she thought the question, a far-off star began a slow explosion, setting off a brilliant nova in her core that quickly spread throughout her body. Head thrown back, spine arched and thighs clamped tight around her lover's hips, Leigh rode the waves of ultrasonic vibration (the demon mentally smirking at her use of sci-fi metaphors) until blackness swallowed her up.

Xander watched with deep interest as orgasm claimed his lovely bedpartner again. Choosing to forgo his training under a certain ex-demon, he let himself go even while tight muscles sucked the seed from his dick. Leigh's face was a symphony of surprised delight, and she smiled up at him... before passing out.

He had to laugh - after checking to make sure she was still breathing, of course. "Haven't screwed anyone into unconsciousness in a long time. But maybe you've got the right idea, cus I could use a nap myself." Xander rearranged their positions so that he was still inside her, holding her safe spooned within his arms. He doubted his hard-on would be ready to go away any time soon. The instant attraction he'd felt for this little blond bundle of energy hadn't lessened a bit, if anything growing stronger.

Softly kissing her shoulder, he pulled the sheet over them. Just before letting sleep claim him, he whispered, "G'night Spike."

Another AN: I'd just like to say how terribly distracting it is, trying to write decent smut while the radio plays an afternoon of eighties bubble gum pop. Toni Basil's "Mickey" really isn't terribly conducive to hot sex. :P