Domestic Fallacies

Title: Conceding to Empyrean

Author: Brooke

Disclaimer: I 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.
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Disneyland Resort

May 9, 2005

3:30 PM

Xander heard the electronic g of of the door unlocking and smiled to himself. “See?” he called out to Buffy before she even came into sight. “This is how you take a shower. You were gone, what five, six minutes and I’m all shiny and…” He trailed off when he heard the door slam shut and came eye to eye with a very pissed vampire slayer. “What’s the matter, Buff?” his mood fell and he pushed the power off button in the remote he was holding.

Buffy stopped and looked at him. Xander was watching her…waiting for a response with the most tender look on his face. He was sitting propped up on the pillows with a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was still all damp and wild since he always shook the water from it instead of using a towel. Like a dog, she had laughed at him one time. She had it on the tip of her tongue to say ‘You!’ to shout it at him ‘You’re the problem!’. But his expression melted her building frigidness. She had then turned on herself. Maybe she was the problem in this equation. Maybe every time she told Xander to tell her that he wasn’t in love with her she was making him into a liar – molding him into what she wanted him to be regardless of what he might be feeling. Maybe every time she told said it to him she was lying to. The problem was her. All her…

“Baby?” Xander moved to push himself up and the word just slipped out. He just wanted to make her feel better…make the expression she was wearing go away. He was stopped however when she threw all the brochures at him.

Buffy watched Xander’s confusion and shut her eyes. She had wanted to apologize right then. For being angry. For throwing things at him. For making him into a liar so that she could feel better about herself…about everything. “I want to go shopping,” she said instead, “then we can get dinner somewhere and see a movie.” He nodded at her dumbly and Buffy turned on a heel for the bathroom. She flicked on the light and surveyed herself in the mirror, cursing. She looked like she was about to cry, her face was turning that sickening shade of red and her eyes were brimming so full that one blink would betray her. “There’s water all over the place Xander!” she yelled out over her shoulder in attempts to check her emotions. Anger was always easier to display, and safer as far as everybody was concerned, so she focused on the fairly large puddles on the floor. “Did you even shut the door when you started the water?”

She turned angrily but gasped in surprise when Xander was standing, arms raised, and hanging slightly into the bathroom with her. “Nope,” he smiled good naturedly. “Me and a couple of the cleaning ladies dusted the space. Heated game of Marco Polo.”

She smiled despite herself and then turned to the remaining towels, pretending to adjust them on the racks. “Gonna tell me what’s wrong?” Xander asked next, but stayed where he was in the doorway. “Who’s ass I have to kick? I’ll do it, too,” he insisted. “This time you won’t see me running away screaming into the night.”

Buffy’s laugh was genuine this time and Xander relaxed a little inside. Until she spoke. Then it felt like his insides clenched so tight that they imploded.

“This guy downstairs asked me out,” Buffy told him. She looked for a response, but then some part of her told her that she didn’t want one so she pushed her way past him out of the bathroom. If he were upset then she would know that he really did still feel something for her and had been playing into her twisted mind games. If he weren’t, then she had fooled herself and he was using her as just another warm body to work out sexual frustrations on – Buffy hated that she might hate him if that were the case. She didn’t want his response, she wanted to laugh and tease and play with her best friend Xander and enjoy the rest of their short vacation.

He turned slowly and tried to keep his tone even, if not jovial. Xander was definitely aiming for jovial. “What you say?” he followed her into the room. “If you gotta big night I can try to sleep in the tub,” he arched an eyebrow.

She hadn’t thought that his joke was funny and surprised herself when she said it out loud, her eyes averted and saw his do the same. “I said I was busy tonight,” she filled him in. She just wanted to get out of the room then…wanted to be alone and think and Xander’s demeanor indicated that he had no problem with that desire of hers. He had made no move to touch her…ease the tension that she felt, and the lack of physical contact only compounded it. She loved it when he touched her. Buffy sighed and pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it at Xander’s, “I wanna shop, remember?” her light tone was obviously forced, she just hope that he didn’t know it.

Xander’s face, on the other hand, was still semi-serious when he pulled the tiny shirt from over his head and watched Buffy undo the button and pull down her jeans. From her expression he didn’t know if she was simply preparing to shower of tease him, but it seemed a mixture of both…like she wanted him to act and end whatever train of thought she was having that was ruining her mood. Buffy stood up straight again and Xander let her watch his eyes take their time as they skimmed up and down her body. She had told him that she liked her underwear to match, but he hadn’t gathered any difference in his reaction from when they did and didn’t. They did today, an odd mixture of pastel pink mesh with neon green trim that she had gotten from Victoria’s Secret. He thought he should write that company a letter telling them that once a girl was down to sheer panties and bra guys didn’t care if it was Roscoe’s Secret, the deal was as good as sealed.

He finally managed to lift his eyes away from her nipples and looked her in the face. “If you want to go, you can,” he told her quietly. “I can just chill out here, order a movie or something.” Xander was trying his damnedest to sound indifferent. “I know you want us to see other people…”

Buffy’s voice was just above a whisper, and she knew that any vampire would have never guess that the ‘Immortal’ Slayers voice could achieve that tone. “I want to go out with you.” There. It was as simple as that. “I’m going to hop in the shower and then we can figure it all out.” That one was not so simple, but Xander nodded anyway.

Buffy turned and headed for the bathroom again, but turned when she felt Xander moving behind her. “Xan,” she cautioned. “I want to shower, plan, get dressed and get out of here.”

“I’m starting to feel a little bit grungy here though.” He pouted and made sure that Buffy could hear in in his voice. She was barely dressed and it was hot when she got pissed. Xander slide up behind her and wrapped her in his arms, pulling the slight Slayer back against his chest and rocking his hips out lightly against her ass. Buffy gasped and let her hands drop to his arms, applying a slight pressure and pushing away from him. She could feel the marginal hardening against her rear when he hugged her to him, but when she turned she saw that it was just the beginning.

Buffy steeled herself and licked her lips even while she forced her eyes to look into his. “Look at the brochures, Xan.”

“I thought we were gonna play pirates and bar wenches though,” Xander’s voiced matched the crooked and aroused smile and Buffy’s eyes darted, again, down to the full fledged erection that tented his white towel. “Got that plank ready for you and everything.” He took a small step forward and ran his hand up Buffy's thigh, smiling that she was shaking some. He reached the thin waist band of her panties and hooked his index finger over it. “I told you about that insubordination thing,” he pulled her closer and Buffy stumbled into him, pressing his erection into her hip while he turned to look down at her face. Buffy thrust her body out some, rocking against the hardness she felt against her bare skin through his the cotton towel and groaning as her own wetness started to deviate in her thin underwear. “If you walk away and leave Captain Harris all high and dry the penalties…” Xander had tried to continue but stopped when he had to suck in a deep breath. Buffy shifted more in front of him and he felt just the tip of his cock press into the divot of her navel through the fabric, the barely covered skin of her nipples hard and rubbing just below his chest. “…penalties’ll compound…” Xander’s hands shot out and grabbed Buffy’s hip, holding her still and allowing him to set the pace and intensity of the grinding and she complied with a whimper. Her idle hands went to work of their own volition, tugging at the towel that was keeping her Xander away from her and he let it fall to the floor at their feet.

“Is that bad?” Buffy tilted her head and looked up at him with intentional innocence.

His Adam’s apple bobbed at her tone and his body jerked against her own as the heat between them rose. “Very bad,” Xander whispered. “Very very very bad…” he trialed off and dipped his head to try to steal a kiss…wanted her mouth again. Wanted the pillowy softness pressed against him and branding him with a heat unlike any other.

Buffy tilted her lips back from his, only allowing Xander the briefest grazing. Her gleam was wicked while she stepped back and into the bathroom, brooking no rebuttals as she blocked his entrance with a defiant smirk. “I’ll be five minutes, Long John,” she glanced down at the straining manhood that was pointed at her. Her body was buzzing and liquefying with her desire to have that…to have him inside and making everything wrong, right again. “Go look at brochures.”

Xander locked eyes with her and saw Buffy’s gaze lock with his right hand when he tempted her, bring it up and wrapping it around his cock in a loose hold and stroking himself. He had been ready to respond and tell her that anything that she wanted she could have, but she beat him to it. With an arch of her eyebrow and a shuddering release of breath Buffy pushed the door shut in his face. Disbelief overwhelmed him and Xander took a step towards the bathroom after her, reaching for the knob…his left hand and the door knob… and he cursed Slayer hearing when he heard the door lock click into place. “Five minutes,” she taunt floated through the wood and was drowned out by the sound of running water.

He had stood at the bathroom door in a state of shock for so long, it felt, that he thought that he might still be rooted in place when she opened it again. Realizing this, Xander pushed himself into action and headed back to the main part of the room. If he didn’t do as she said it would undoubtedly lead to more talking and delaying…

Not that Xander considered himself big on the machismo and he didn’t love conversations with Buffy…he might even consider some of them more intimate than actually having sex, but sometimes…well…he’d rather forego the talking and get laid. Times like now, but Buffy was a master cock tease and the minute he told her that he had signed his own death warrant.

“Find anything you wanted to do?” Buffy’s tease floated into the room before he actually saw her. He had engrossed himself so far into the booklets that he hadn’t even heard the water stop running.

His cock started to regain its rigidity at the simple implication of her return and his voice was deep while he tried to crain his neck to catch a glimpse of Buffy around the small corner. “Yeah. There is one thing.”

“Oh yeah,” she was smirking at him when she re-emerged in front of him and sauntered to his side where he sat. “What’s that?”

Xander let his eyes trial up her still wet legs to the hem of the towel she had wrapped around herself and sucked in a deep breath. He hadn’t bothered to put anything on to cover himself and knew that she could see his hardness standing out in his lap…knew that she was watching it just as he was watching her. He thought that he surprised her when he tossed the paper out of his hand and grabbed her by the hips, turning her in the middle of his sharp tug so that she fell with her back to the bed while he adjusted himself to rest half a top her. Xander wasted no time before he was kissing her, running his lips over the clean damp skin of her chin and down the column of her neck. He moved his fingers while he suckled at her neck and pulled at the fabric of the towel where she had folded it over her chest.

“Xan” Buffy called weakly in hopes of distracting him even though her arms had wound themselves around his back. She felt the towel slip open and then the rush of cool air on her drying skin when it fell open, but Xander’s roaming hands quickly rubbed the cold away. “Plan tonight, remember?” she turned her face more towards the ceiling to encourage his exploring lips.

“Already did,” Xander mumbled and traced under the hollow of her throat with the tip of his tongue. Buffy was practically shaking beneath him and he still refused to move completely on top of her. He was pulling at him and grinding her chest against his, creating an unbelievable friction between their upper bodies while their lower halves thrust fruitlessly against nothing and relaying their frustration with that arrangement by way of helpless grunts through both their owners’ mouths. “You said shopping and food…lets go with that.”

Buffy gasped and arched into Xander’s caressing hand when he ran it down her body and stopped only when it slipped between her legs. He rubbed her, his fingers sliding more and more easily with each pass as she ground her hips in an abbreviated humping motion, letting her arousal build her wetness and coat the palm of his hand. Then his index finger slipped inside completely and through partly clouded eyes she caught his smile before he leant down and covered her lips with his own, rubbing past the swollen softness while slipping his tongue out to tease hers. Buffy raised her hands from trying to move his hips into a more beneficial position to grasp at the back of his head, ceasing his playful movements with a content sigh and locking their mouths completely together while her hips continued to move to a rhythm that was being set by Xander’s hand on her…two fingers now parting her most feminine tissues and massaging the ache that their action caused away.

She ground down hard one last time and then with tremendous concentration forced her eyes open and her arousal weakened muscles into action. With a hard rock of her hips Buffy caught Xander off guard and rolled him easily onto his back, not allowing his grunt of surprise to reach full fruition as she quashed it with her lips. Buffy controlled the kiss this time – moving hard and fast. She moaned when Xander’s tongue met hers and battled its way into her mouth, whimpered when she was able to beat him out and paint his teeth and the roof of his mouth with her own, all while settling her weight on his lap. Buffy situated herself so that she was rubbing lightly up and down on Xander’s manhood where it had fallen back tow his his stomach. She marked him with her juices, making him equally ready for his first penetration, but all the same choosing to delay that moment. She could have taken him in her hand easily and brought him inside of her body…could be riding him at a gallop right now, but he was groaning beneath her, his hips seeking their own entrance in vain while his strong hands massaged her ass and tried move her into a better position.

Buffy pulled away from the hyperactive kiss breathlessly, only briefly stalled and lured back in by the hold Xander had taken on the back of her neck with his fingers weaved through her hair. “I said movies too, Xan,” she reminded him with a mummer against his lips just before a long low moan rolled out of her throat when he rocked up against her core.

His mind was swimming through the murky currants of his arousal and his heart beat was drowning out the sounds that his ears were able to pick up, but he was sure, from the insistent Buffy-sounding hum that she was still talking to him. “…mmhhmmm…” he reattached his lips to the pulsing artery on the side of Buffy’s throat and stretched his fingers out to reach under the curve of her ass. Whatever she said was fine…whatever it was… He kept rocking her up and down on his shaft and pushing the fingers of one hand over the erect little nub and the top of her cleft while the others rubber over and through the heated satin of her inner walls it each pass.

“Xan,” his name came out on a sharp inhale, a deeper than usual cry while Buffy clutched at his shoulders. She countered the protests that her body was making and shifted her head away from his mouth, reacting before he even noticed the shift and dropped down his body. Xander groaned in protest when his fingers lost their hold and his cock slipped away from its haven and pressed against her stomach, but his disappointment changed tenor when Buffy’s lips wrapped around his nipple and she scraped her teeth softly over the peaked flesh. “We can’t do this,” she purposely dropped her tone to the schoolgirl one that had, in the past, made Xander go crazy with lust, “I just showered…defeats the purpose…” he tongue flicked out over his skin several times before she kissed her way wetly to the other side.

His head dropped back and his eyes squeezed shut. His teeth were gritted shut and his voice ground out deeply. “I told you that before hand.”

“I felt all cruddy,” Buffy pouted up at him but then dove down again, this time finding her target about midway down his torso and veering off to the left to bite at the ticklish patch on his side. Xander sucked in a yelping breath and jerked in the bed, his hands helplessly grasping for her shoulders while she kept repeating the action. He was laughing and panting and squirming with no avail to escape her torments and felt her mimicking his actions from above him. Buffy finally slide back up his body and looked Xander in the face, he was uncharacteristically red and panting and he looked so beautiful to her as she leant down to kiss him again – a slow languid caress.

“You looked all cruddy too,” Xander mumbled into the kiss once he had recovered enough to control his vocal chords. “You know that doesn’t bother me.” He was laughing again when she started tickling his sides in retaliation, but this time he overcame it, rolling over so that he was settled back resting on his shins between Buffy’s spread legs. She looked relaxed and utterly surprised and Xander met her with a crooked smile through shaky breaths while he perused her body – spread wide open for him and glistening with a wetness he could see. Xander leant down and covered Buffy’s body, her legs wrapping around his waist on reflex once he was close and stretching up for their lips to meet again. Buffy pushed her tongue up against his in a series of slow withdraws and connections before he slid his deep into her mouth and she started sucking on it, her whole body vibrating. His lips were contrastingly soft compared to the hardness that he reached for between their bodies and guided inside of her and caused her breath to catch and her eyes to go wide.

Xander pulled back form the kiss and looked down at her…the all powerful Slayer’s strongest hold right now was on his heart with her own and his manhood which she now clutched mercilessly in the hot wet vice between her thighs. Everything else about her, excluding those two muscles, was achingly, beautifully average…normal…perfect, and Xander loved it. He thrust slowly and Buffy met each one with a soft whimper. His length pulsing inside her tiny body and he wanted to see it happen. Xander let his hands swarm with a haphazard yet articulately precise pattern – over her shoulders, brushing her hair aside and exposing the blushing skin beneath, then lower…his hands played with her breasts. He palmed them where they compressed slightly against her ribs and felt her heart beating erratically beneath, tweaking the hard unyielding flesh of her pert nipples. He skimmed them over her sides and pulled her further down to him, bringing him in deeper and almost loosing himself when she gasped out his name. Down further, Buffy’s stomach contracted with each thrust was brimming with pink gooseflesh and quivering under his soft petting.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, but had no idea if she had heard him. “So perfect.” Xander shut his eyes for a moment to collect himself as his hips upped the tempo…wanted more of the soft slick suction of the passage that held him securely. He let his fingers explore the area where he was joined with her, her slit was shining with the excess juices and he rubber cer clit with a hard press but in slow circles. Buffy growled low in her throat and jerked out towards him, breaking his rhythm minutely with a hard thrust and her hands released their white knuckle grip on the bed sheets and moved to her own body. Xander watched Buffy’s eyes fall closed and her tongue slipped and flicked against her lower lip before drawing it into her mouth with a moan of satisfaction. She pinched her own nipple and her jerking against him picked up…so Xander responded, thrusting harder…faster. Her other hand dropped between her legs, her nails scratching along the base of his shaft and rubbing over his where he was still smoothing over her sensitive nub.

Xander’s hands moved with a quickness to her hips and grabbed them in a bruising hold. Buffy clenched hard around him…so very hard that he stopped moving for a moment, thought that the sudden grip squeezed his heart to a stop in his chest. “OhugghghBuffy…Buff…”

“Keep going…” she pleaded while she concentrated on her breathing. Xander grunted again and settled further back on his shins, pulling her up at an angle so that she ass was elevated and he had the best possible view of what he was doing. “Justkeepgoing…likethatlikethat…”

He started slamming her body into his and rolling his hips up to meet her. Buffy exhaled deeply and cried out, her eyes snapping open only to flutter closed again while her body shook. She wanted nothing more that to come…she needed it to stop the pulsing and throbbing and pounding. She needed to be able to take another breath, but she wanted to keep feeling Xander buried so deep inside of her. He fit her so well, they both knew it, but he would never appreciate Buffy’s point of view on the subject. She liked to experiment to see how long she could hold out for him…note when it started to transform into a highly specific pain that demanded that she let him abate it. Buffy had noted that she reached that point a good fourteen thrusts ago. Fifteen – her body tightened and surged. Sixteen – she was red and shaking and tears stung her eyes. Seventeen – it broke then…probably halfway through sixteen, but it was too much and she screamed out for him, called his name and trashed in his grasp while Xander kept moving.

He thrust in deep when he felt the hard clench that followed that first ripple. Her face reddened before his eyes and he forced his hips back into action, rubbing hard against the still fluttering walls that were milking him deep inside. Xander’s mind cleared suddenly and then bright sparks set off in his brain, his own release sending a tingle all the way down his spine and deviating in his gut…shooting lower and clenching hard. His orgasm seemed to be a sigh of relief, his cock thanking him for finally letting go when he spurted inside of her still coaxing walls. Xander shuddered and dropped down on top of the Slayer, still awkwardly placed, and thrust forward one last time earning himself a grunting jerk of her body in resistance to his.

With a deep sigh Xander rolled off to Buffy’s side and pulled her to him. “Freddy vs. Jason?” Xander snuggled her up to his side and she complied without protest and wrapped his arms around her. He didn’t know why that had been his first thought, but his brain and mouth were still disjointed as of yet.

“MmHmm,” Buffy sighed and let her eyes shut. She draped her left arm and corresponding leg over Xander’s warm solid body. She let her hands wander over the plain of his chest and felt his penis still semi-engorged and stick against her inner thigh. He held her for a mo, ru, running his fingers lightly up and down her back in a way that Buffy loved and allowed to further lull her into complete relaxation, but after a moment her eyes snapped open. “Xan?” she pushed her self up slightly with her hand on the firmness of his chest and found that he was just resting with his eyes open.

“Yeah?” Xander’s eyebrows raised and he lifted his hand to brush some of her hair out of her face. It was damp form her earlier shower, but he wondered if the heat from their encounter had something to do with its lasting condition as well.

“Who?”

His mouth turned down with an effort to contain his laughter. Before it might be anything she wanted, but after, by some sort of Freaky Fridayesque phenomena, he was Alexander the Great.

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Downtown Disney

May 9, 2005

9:45

Xander shifted his shopping bag in his hand while he studied the dinner receipt. They had walked around the whole of the Downtown Disney area and made a few idle purchases. Xander had talked Buffy into making a Build-a-Bear for Dawn, but hadn’t been at all successful at getting her to make a wish on the tiny cloth heart or doing the dance to ensure that it would come to fruition. She had standards, she reminded him while he did the hokey-pokey and she glared. “Dawn is eighteen years old, if she wants to make a wish she can do her own stupid dance.”

He had called her a party foul and said that she was getting bitter in her old age. Those comments prompted his gift buying and thus, sent Buffy out to get something for him as well, as apparently Xander had no interest in her new size 5 Gucci slip ons. Even after she had promised that he could see her wear them anytime he wanted…of all the ungrateful…shoes are the gift that keeps on giving.

“No,” he had reminded her with a blatant downright dirty grin. “The gift that kept on giving was you on my birthday last year. Remember, when you didn’t buy me a gift?” he winked, “You should forget all of my special occasions, by the way.”

Buffy’s return eye roll and scowl were contrived and half hearted. Her dreamily reminiscent grin simply overpowered her display of mock disgust.

They had gotten a table at Wolfgang Pucks and exchanged gifts, leaving Buffy feeling severely inadequate while she was entranced with what he had brought for her. It had been a spur of the moment thing that caught her eye, but she had absolutely no expectations of him buying it for her…he shouldn’t have brought it for her.

“I’ll pay for dinner,” she added guiltily while Xander examined her gift to him with a bright smile. She thought he was probably faking it all things considered, but when he looked at her his eyes were bright with an almost childlike glee. “I love it,” he told her and she believed him, “but I think you’re taking a pot shot at my sanity, which I will note to hold against you for later.”

He was joking, but she still felt bad. “Get anything you want and it’s on me,” she reiterated.

“You don’t have to do that,” Xander wanted to deny her the privilege of getting him a meal, especially after…

“I want to.”

He had conceded to her point, but after the meal and subsequent congratulatory free desert that they had gotten as a reward for their acting skills, Xander had tried to scoop up the check. His shin would be bruised well into next week for trying to placate the Slayer enough to make her renege on her promise.

Now Xander was feeling slightly put out that he had just eaten about forty bucks worth off food and left the tab to his friend. “I got the movie,” he said after a long moment of silence while he tried to read the receipt and dodge evening shoppers at the same time.

Buffy snatched the tiny slip of paper from his fingers and crumpled it up, smiling at his protest when she tossed it into the trash. “No,” she said evenly. “*I* got the movie.” They continued their journey through the crowds and tried to stay standing as close together as possible, their fingers ghosting by the others with each stride, but neither took that final leap and grasped on. Buffy turned to him as the theater came into view, “Race ya!”

Xander didn’t have time to react before Buffy cut a path down the sidewalk and he took off after her. “Hey!” he called, “That’s cheating!” He had just about caught up with her at the zigzagged line partition and Buffy stopped and turned to glance at him. “GO!” Xander thought that he had gotten her back when he took off seconds before his exclamation, but then his line of vision of the twisting path was cut off by the sight of Buffy easily hopping over the hip-level metal bars like she was running a military training obstacle course.

He saw more than a few passers-by looking on in shock at the tiny woman’s ability, but he still tried. Xander huffed to a halt at the start of the line and looked down to see Buffy smiling up at him. “I win.”

“I had to carry this bag,” he protested weakly holding up the plastic sack. “That was probably your plan, too. Burden me down with gifts and then challenge me to a race…”

“I think you’re more burdened by the 12 oz steak potatoes and chocolate cake you just inhaled,” she smirked up at him and pat his stomach gently.

“I think that the fact that your whole meal and desert is in this bag slowed me down, too,” Xander gestured to another plastic bag.

“Awww…s’lright Tons of Fun,” Buffy gave him a toothy grin, “I’ll pay for the movie and then you can sit and catch your breath.”

Xander mimicked her while she walked away to get the tickets, but smiled sweetly when she turned to face him.

“You know, Xan,” she started and looped her arm through his. “I’d think that after all the years you spend running, you’d’ve build up some endurance…some sort of stamina.” She looked up to see him glaring full out.

“I know you’re not challenging my stamina.”

Buffy shrugged. “Gonna do something to prove me wrong?” her tone was screaming to him that she hoped that his answer was yes.

“We’ve already been thrown out of one place today, I’d like to keep it limited to that.”

He followed slightly behind Buffy down the hall to their theater. “Probably for the best. Don’t want you getting motion sickness…again.” she tossed over her shoulder and pulled open the door for Xander to enter in front of her.

“That was one time!” he protested semi-loudly, “and it wasn’t motion sickness, it was food poisoning since somebody,” he glared back at her acidly at her for even bringing it up, “decided to cook hamburger in the microwave.”

“I was thawing it,” Buffy countered, matching his tone. “You just ate it before you asked anybody.” She took his lack of response to mean that he had conceded the point and walked up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind. “You didn’t throw up on me *that* much,” she sighed into his back while measuring her steps to match his as he led them to a couple of free seats.

Xander grinned and moved aside for Buffy to walk in front of him before he sat down on the aisle seat. “You call yourself a gentleman, but you’ve done nothing but embarrass me…and insult my virtue all night!” He loved her giggle at his high pitched drama queen voice.

“I’m paying for this here date,” Buffy nodded firmly, meeting his smile, “Either I get to make fun of you or you put out. Draw your hand.”

The lights started to dim in the room just as Xander decided to not let her Freudian slip, well, slip again. “Date?”

Buffy’s eyes scanned his but then darted back to the screen. She seemed ready to speak, affirmative of negative, but was interrupted by a woman on screen reminding the audience to be quiet.

“Date?” Xander leant over into her ear and whispered hotly. “Is that what this is?”

Buffy turned a fraction of an inch and brought her hand up. She caressed his cheek and leant in, pressing a sweet short kiss to his lips before pulling back with a gentle smile that Xander could see even in the dark. “Silence is golden,” she repeated the earlier on screen message before turning back to face forward. She felt Xander’s eyes boring expectant holes into the side of her face for several long moments during the previews before he, too, turned to the screen. They sat in silence for a few moments while Buffy tried to decipher the nuances of their evening from ‘hanging out’ and ‘dating’, and came up with one obvious difference. She smiled when she felt Xander’s hand connect with hers on the armrest, entwine their fingers and then pull it into his lap. Buffy considered it for a long moment, but the settled into her seat and didn’t pull away.

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Disneyland Resort

May 9, 2005

12:22 AM

“That movie couldn’t have been cheesier if it had been a Freddie Prinze Jr. flick,” Buffy exasperated form her seat on the bed. Xander was reliving the action and gore of the movie by animatedly slashing his way around the room and spouting off less than memorable quotes.

“You like him,” Xander pointed out as he finally took a seat and shoveled a forkful of Buffy’s left over chicken alfredo into his mouth. “Between you and Dawnie I must have seen all of his movies, like, twenty times. There’s no way that this classic piece of horror cinema doesn’t outshine ‘I Remember What You Did Last Spring and I Won’t Forget’.”

Buffy scrunched her face together and eyed Xander, “If you’re talking about ‘I Know What You Did Last Summer’, then you, my cinemariffically challenged friend, could not be more wrong. Not only is hat movie is a horror classic that will be remembered long after that piece of crap is rotting on the video shelf. But Freddie Prinze Jr. is fun for me to look at.” She took a bite of her room service fries. “You’re movie choice cost me almost two hours of my life that I can’t get back.”

Xander smiled at her and then sloppily slurped up a sauce covered noodle. “You got to spend it with me.”

“I do that every day,” Buffy shrugged nonchalantly. “You owe me two hours.”

“If I weren’t eating I’d come over there and make you take that back,” he spoke through his mouthful.

“Isn’t that the story of your life?” Buffy spoke reflectively and Xander opened his mouth and flashed her all his chewed food. “I guess you’re enjoying *my* dinner then,” Buffy looked at him disgustedly.

Xander nodded and forked another mouthful in. “I got you something,” he defended and watched Buffy eat a few more fires before pushing the rest away. She said that she was hungry on the way back so he ordered room service for her and teased that maybe her ‘friend’ would deliver it.

“You want the rest of these?” she asked and stood up to approach the table that Xander was eating at. He shook his head yes and heard Buffy laugh and call him a pig under her breath but to his face at the same time.

“I’ma eat them in the morning,” he mumbled through his mouthful.

“Before or after the continental breakfast that you keep dragging me down to?”

“Probably before,” Xander shrugged. “You, dear girl, just need to develop an appreciation for leftovers. I don’t know what made you think you were all high and mighty…”

“Xander,” Buffy called over her shoulder before taking a belly flop onto the bed. “Shut up.”

Xander pouted and swallowed his last bite before following the Slayers path. He knew that she could see him out of the corner of her eye and he made a show off taking a huge leap into the air. Buffy was laughing when she rolled to the side, out of his path and Xander crashed down to the bed in the space that she had just occupied. “Ah, you escape my clutches this time Summers but next we meet you will not fair so well,” he kept a straight face and imitated a bad kung fu voice. Xander rolled to his side and wrapped his arms around Buffy’s waist while she laughed with her back to his chest.

“XANDER!!” Buffy pushed at his arms with out using any real strength and he started to tickle her. “XAN! Stopstop…Ahhhh…stop…” He held her tight and rolled again, and stopped when he was supporting her whole body weight with his own.

Xander was breathing heavily but relaxed his hold around her and simply lay still, “What do you think they’re doing at home?” he asked in her ear before taking a deep breath and inhaling the scent of her hair.

“I dunno,” Buffy shrugged and rested her arms over the larger bulkier ones that were wrapped around her middle. “But I was trying to watch TV.” She felt Xander shift beneath her and his hold loose a little. She stopped him by not letting slacking her grip on his forearms. “Don’t let me go.” A hot breath against her neck signaled his acceptance of her request.

“Think they miss us?”

“After a day and a half?” she quirked an eyebrow at the ceiling. “Doubtful. In fact, I bet Dawn’s probably going shopping right now.” She laced her fingers through his over the top of his hand.

“Shopping?”

Buffy giggles and nodded. She scooted down just a little bit more and tucked her head under Xander’s chin. “She thinks that I don’t know that when I’m not home she goes through my clothes and takes them.”

“Aww, and you let her,” Xander’s voice was a teasing whisper. “I knew you still loved you little sis.”

“Of course I love her. The little stealing weasel monster.”

“You’re so gonna miss her.”

“Not too much.” Buffy arched and eyebrow suddenly when she shifted again and felt Xander quicken beneath her. She ground her ass back against his pelvis intentionally this time and maintained the conversation even though he moaned softly into her neck.

“You sure?” Xander made sure to graze his lips over the vertebrae at the back of her neck. He traced a few with his tongue and then planted a tiny kiss at the end of each move.

Buffy gasped and pushed back a little more. “Maybe a little.” She sighed when Xander’s kisses me ame accompanied by his arms sliding from beneath hers and moving down to her hips – his hands searching unobtrusively for the drawstring of the pajama pants she was wearing. Xander let his hands run over the smooth warm skin over her stomach before pushing down below the waist band and letting it rest. “So you’re teasing me now?” Buffy asked and turned to see him the best she could.

“Nope,” Xander denied with an evident smile. He pressed forward and kissed the back of Buffy’s neck again. “I’m deciding on how I want you this time.”

“How you want me this time?” Buffy repeated skeptically. “How about…” she sat up so that she was straddling his lap and ground her hips down hard. She felt Xander beneath her and straining through his basketball shorts – which she always teased him about because he bought them to be pajamas, and he held her hips in his hands, working out a gentle rocking motion. Buffy kept her eyes focused on the opposite wall and let Xander watch her back as she pulled her tank top up slowly and let her skin be exposed to him inch by inch. “…you don’t get me this time?”

With out warning Buffy all but jumped and turned around so that she was facing him. She bent down and pinned his head between her arms, looking heatedly down into Xander’s eyes. “I don’t like that suggestion at all,” Xander rocked his hips up and Buffy rolled into the movement, grinding back down. She bit her lip when Xander reached a hand up and ran it through the hair that had escaped her pigtail and fallen to the left side of her face.

“Too bad,” she whispered despite the fact that her breasts were pressed firm against his pecs. “That’s…” she leant down and brushed her lips past his, pulling back before he could respond, “…just…” she repeated the action but grazed up to Xander’s nose, “…how…” Again to the left, “…its…” To the right “…gonna…” she nipped at his lower lip, “…be…” Xander was moaning and thrusting up against her when Buffy finally took mercy on him and captured both of his lips between hers. She slid her mouth all over his parted lips and let her tongue tease his, not letting Xander an ounce of control over the lip lock.

Xander moved one hand smoothly down her back while holding her head in place with the other. She felt him tugging at the elastic band around her waist and Buffy immediately reached down to help him. She didn’t pull away from the kiss when she lifted her hips and shoved her pants down, getting them to her knees before she *needed* to move. Buffy sat up and kneeled over Xander with a lust filled grin in place while she kicked her pants free and let his fascinate stare urge her on. Before Xander could react though Buffy’s hands had locked around his own waist band and she was licking and nipping her way around his chest while she lifted his shorts carefully over his erection and pulled them down his legs.

“I get you this time,” she finished with a final rough lick against his right nipple and then kissed up his throat. She bit sharply into his flesh and Xander yelped and jerked beneath her, so Buffy ran her tongue over the reddening mark to sooth him. “How ever I want you.”

“Alright,” Xander’s agreement was a groaned out whisper and he brought his arms up to encircle her waist and held her to her.

Buffy kissed him hard, their teeth clashing together and then biting gently into invading tongues and she forced him to move with her but then broke it off so abruptly that his head swam. “I want to fuck Xander,” she whispered hotly into his ear. Her tongue darted out and lapped at the lobe while her hand trailed down his body and wrapped around his shaft between them. She jacked his fist on him hard and Xander cried out and turned his head away from her. “Buffff…”

“Hard,” she whispered to him next and he grunted a nod. Her own center was beating out a purely liquid beat in tune with her heart. Her clit throbbed where she rubbed it over Xander’s pubic bone and every so often her body would stop moving of its own volition and jerk forward when her vaginal muscles clenched in anticipation. “And fast…” Buffy rasped her mouth over the fast becoming stubbled skin of his cheek. “And deep.” She guided the head of his throbbing cock through her slick heat and gasped at the sensation. “How deep do you think you can go?” her voice was breathy and, even Xander, in his state, could tell how much concentration she had used to get that statement out in one breath. “How long do you think you’ll last inside?”

Xander’s eyes flew open and Buffy gasped at the dark lust she was aimed at her when he stared at her. His hands tightened into an almost bruising hold on her hips and forced her movements on him to stop. “If you don’t stop messing around…” Xander growled, “I’m not going to last outside.”

Buffy’s half grin was sympathetic and she took pity on him, “Like this,” she released him and sat up. She turned so that her back was to his face again. She took him into her hand again with a gentle grasp and her eyes shut and she bit hard into her lip as her body stretched around his width when she slide her whole weight down. He had been inside her too many times to count, yet, every single time her body molded itself to fit him in - her muscles fluttering around his rigidity in an attempt to relax.

She started the dance, beginning with gentle rocking with her mouth slightly parted to pant out breaths.

“Go faster Buffy,” Xander grit out from behind her and drew the Slayer from her mesmerized state. Buffy shoved her hips up against his invasion as hard as she could while bracing herself against his thighs.
”I thought you said you wanted to fuck?”

Buffy growled and reset her movements. She used her bent knees and slammed herself as hard as she possibly could onto him. So hard that her body jerked to harsh stops on her downward thrusts and she had to bite her lip to keep her teeth from clicking shut. Harder and faster, she rode him until she heard him moan behind her, and then she picked up the pace.

Xander wanted her to pick up the pace…she’d give him a heart attack. Buffy ground her ass against his pelvis when they collided and let her moan tumble off her lips when she felt her clit, erect and pulsing along with her inner muscles.

“Touch me,” she barked out the order to Xander. “Pllleeasse,” Buffy’s eyes rolled shut and she hoped she didn’t sound half as needy as she felt. “…touch me Xan…”

His fingers pushed over her hips and massaged her womanhood before delving down and parting her folds. Buffy gasped when he pinched her clit and it felt like every ounce of energy and strength sapped out through her and further saturated Xander where he was held with in her.

“Yessss…”

“IknowIknow…” Buffy let her hands leave his straining thighs and travel up her own body. The Slayer felt the tingle start when she squeezed both of her nipples in time with the slowed but harder gyrations. “I’m close,” she whispered. “Make me cum Xander.”

And he wanted to. Wanted it more than anything and he regripped her hips and slammed her body down again. Xander rolled to the side and Buffy moved with him, letting her back rest warm against his chest while they lay side by side, front to back and still joined. Xander’s lips fastened to Buffy’s shoulder while her hand slipped between her legs ing ing her own clit until she felt her body tighten again…pushing herself closer…right to the edge. Her hand then slid further down, cupping their mated union and stretching her fingers out to stroke his balls.

Xander bit down and thrust out hard, holding Buffy in place and let his body surge. “Buffffyyy…” his moans were steady through his clenched teeth and he wondered if she felt him cum inside of her as much as he had. Wondered if it tore through and rendered her mute and deaf and slack when it saturated her internally. He wondered if his orgasm felt as good to her as hers did to him…the hard spasms that smoothed gently into flutters around his sensitive flesh if he stayed inside long enough and then relaxed in a heated firm but oddly moldable glove. Buffy’s moans tapered but didn’t subside while she milked the last of her orgasm form him, still grinding in small jerky circles to feel everything that Xander had to offer her.

Xander was still buzzing with the intensity of his climax and the one he felt still quivering sporadically around his softening member and reached up Buffy's slack body to grip her chin. He turned her face slightly and kissed the side of her mouth, both trying sloppily but with sincere grins while they tried to kiss intensely from the odd angle. “I thought *you* were going to get *me* that time,” Xander’s voice quivered and he pulled further back to press a light kiss on her shoulder.

“I did,” Buffy sighed and let a satisfied, sleepy grin spread out over her features. “You played right into my master plan,” she yawned and Xander hugged her back against him tighter. “Bestest bud.”

He watched her in silence for a moment before muzzling her neck with the tip of his nose. “Is that all I am, still?”

Buffy heard him and wondered how long she could pretend to be asleep. What did he want her to say? She wanted, all of the sudden, to push him away or go to the other side of the bed or wish that even thinking about how they broke up was enough to piss her off again. But she didn’t and it wasn’t…not anymore. “Isn’t that enough?” she answered finally. It had taken everything to change her relationship to Xander into one that involved a sexual nature, and even more to try to ch it it back, however unsuccessfully. Buffy just didn’t want to risk it again. She didn’t want to admit that he still had her heart, as too many times she gave it away and forgot to get it back when everything came down around her ears. But had she and Xander actually come down? Maybe the foundation shook but the building never really toppled…it had taken too long to build and constructed with the best of the best materials. Trust and love and friendship and an undying loyalty…they had spared no expense. Love…

“Sometimes.” Xander’s heart slowed and he moved smoothly to turn Buffy around to face him and hugged her close when she tried to look him in the eyes. He knew what she would see then and he wasn’t ready for it yet…had to buy some time. “Buffy,” Xander was whispering and he pulled her closer so that she lost the hold she had with his eyes. She shuddered a little at the feel of his breath cascading over her ear and warming the exposed skin on the side of her neck. Her strangled ‘hmmm?’ got caught in her throat and she felt his larger heated slightly moist hand skim down her arm, moving slowly and deliberately until he entwined their fingers together – his left locked with her right. He lifted her hand and pulled back from the crook of her throat to look at her fingers, deceptionally stronger than his own in reality, but knowing that right at that moment it couldn’t be further from the truth.

He let his fingers trail over hers and rubbed lightly over the small one karat diamond ring on her right ring finger. When they had gone shopping earlier Buffy had seen it in Tiffany’s. She claimed that it was her favorite store when she had made him go in with her to look, and both he and his Visa company knew that she wasn’t lying. Buffy had seen the ring and told him that she liked it and he, of course, had brought it for her. She slipped it onto her right hand and smiled, telling him that he can count it as an early Christmas present but that she was still going to expect a very thoughtful and expensive gift come her birthday in January. He had laughed at that and told her that she never brought him anything, he immediately went and purchased a Goofy shirt for him. He would wear it, probably home tomorrow, just to see her smile.

But when she had glanced at the ring, made her comment, and then brought his excuse that he thought Gucci was having a shoe sale and left him behind, a severely wrong and awkward notion passed through his mind. Xander had wanted to buy it. Size 6 white gold band…a promise ring, was what the salesman had called it. But it seemed, when he picked it up, it seemed so much more. Xander had wanted it…wanted Buffy to have it and for it to mean more…mean something.

“What is it, Xan?” he question was posed so softly, yet was enough to bring him out of his reverie. Buffy was trying to read him, but his eyes weren’t focused on hers and his face was revealing something that she was so afraid of. Something that she had been afraid of since she had applied it to this man…her friend, and felt *it* for only the second time in her . Sh. She had run from it. Sought out paths that would never yield it…yet here *it* was. Right in front of her face and defying all promises to the contrary.

Xander turned a fraction of an inch, adjusting his head on his pillow and meeting Buffy’s gaze with his own which was devoid of the customary humor. His fingers still traced the band before he slipped it off her finger, ignoring her confused reaction when she flinched away.

“What…Xan, what are you doing?” Her hand now bare as he held her gift.

Moving more calmly then even he thought possible of himself, Xander reached for her left hand, prying it from her grip on his shoulder and brought it up between them. She was watching him in a state of awe, shaking in his grasp and feeling him to the same against her body underneath the covers. “Tomorrow,” Xander started with a deep breath and swallow, “we’re going home.” Buffy nodded and without conscious thought gave a whimpering sound of agreement and felt his hand move. Felt the heated metal ring broached at a different finger than its original home. Broached at the ring finger of her other hand. “When we get there,” Xander turned shakily and met her watery eyes with a slight whisper, but with an air of comfort that she had yet to pull away. “I want to stop lying to you.” He waited a breathless second. Several breathless seconds that threatened to break his heart in his chest. And then she nodded. A simple nod and Buffy was kissing him again before he could even react. And Xander pushed the ring down.

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