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Summary: Buffy comes to her senses after a year in Rome.
Rating: NC-17 (mostly for explicit sexual descriptions, and some language)
Pairings: Buffy/Xander. Or should I say Xander/Buffy, since it’s really about Xan? There might be some Dawn/Spike implied, not sure how long this one will go.
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Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!

Chapter 7

“I know,” Buffy smiled down playfully at Xander. “I’m so sorry I fought it for so long. I was so stupid…”

“Shh!” Xander shushed her, then closed the gap between them, planting a tender kiss on her lips. “I love you…I love you so much…” He murmured over and over, and Buffy moaned happily as she scooted forward a few inches, finally centering herself directly over his hips.

“Oh god,” She groaned into Xander’s mouth when he lifted his pelvis slightly, unconsciously rubbing himself against her.

“Mmm,” Xander moaned agreeably as he slipped his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. When he wrapped his tongue skillfully around hers and drew it into his own mouth, she gasped and ground her hips against him frantically. “Oh god, Buff…” He gasped in turn, unable to stop himself from bucking against her.

Buffy slowly pulled away, looking him in the eye and holding his gaze. She began deliberately grinding her pelvis against him as she spoke. “Xan…I know it’s technically kind of fast, but…I think we’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” She winked seductively and slowly rubbed herself against him again.

“Oh god, please, yes!” Xander moaned, gasping as she pressed herself against his now almost painfully swollen shaft again and again. “T-too many clothes!” He complained, reaching for the hem of her shirt.

Buffy startled him, to say the least, when she immediately stood up and proceeded to literally tear every scrap of clothing from both of their bodies. “Slayer strength can definitely come in handy sometimes.” She said with a smirk once they were surrounded by a scattered circle of shredded bits of fabric. Seeing his slightly dazed expression, she giggled and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll buy you new ones.”

“Don’t want new ones. Want to stay in here with you, like this,” he murmured, staring in awe at her naked form. He decided that if by some fluke it turned out he did have a head injury, he never wanted to recover. This little hallucination he might be having was really the best thing ever. Screw reality. Better yet, he could just screw Buffy! Right now seemed like a good time. He cackled loudly at the insanity of his sudden mental ramblings, and when Buffy raised an eyebrow questioningly, he shrugged sheepishly. “Sorry, my inner raving lunatic just kicked into overdrive.”

Shaking her head slightly, Buffy grinned wickedly and climbed back on top of him. “Well, lunatic or not, I can’t say I have any objections to keeping a naked Xander in my bedroom.” She commented in a low, husky tone as she sat back against his thighs, gazing down at him hungrily. Xander lay sprawled beneath her and licked his lips unconsciously as he stared at her bare breasts. Buffy moaned softly and ran her hands up his arms, then down over his chest. After a too-brief pause to play with his nipples, she moved on, caressing his stomach. Xander sent a quick, silent thank you to the gods that he’d developed quite a lot of muscle tone in the last few years. He now had a pretty well developed six-pack that most definitely wasn’t there a few years ago. After tracing a fingertip over the hard ridges of his abdomen, Buffy glanced down at his erection, which protruded upwards just in front of the juncture of her thighs. Xander inhaled sharply when she quickly slid one hand down from his abs to wrap her fingers around the long, thick shaft.

As she began stroking firmly up and down, Xander groaned loudly, squeezing his eye shut and pressing his head back against the pillows. To his surprise, he almost immediately felt the tingling in his balls that warned of an impending orgasm. He quickly pulled Buffy down against his chest and rolled them over, pushing her hand away from his aching cock in the process. “If you keep doing that, we’ll be done before we even begin.” He grinned embarrassedly, dropping a hot, hard kiss on her mouth before he began nibbling his way across her jaw to her ear. “I haven’t even started with you yet.” He whispered, sucking the fleshy lobe into his mouth briefly before sitting up on his heels, between her legs, to take a more thorough look at her. Mirroring her earlier actions, he ran his hands lightly up her arms, then left his sore right hand on her shoulder as he lightly caressed first one breast, then the other, lifting the soft mounds and brushing his thumb over each nipple in turn. “Sorry I messed up my hand.” He said ruefully.

“S’okay…you’re doing…ahh…fine.” Buffy gasped as he pinched a nipple.

“Hmm,” Xander nodded, keeping his expression serious, almost clinical while she writhed under his continued ministrations. “You know, there are other things I can do much better than this one-handed.” He informed her matter of factly.

Buffy shocked him by making a very suggestive gesture over his penis, a wide, playful grin on her face. “Not that!” He laughed, then thought a moment. “Well, yes that,” he nodded slightly, “but I was talking about this.” He flipped his eyebrows lecherously and quickly slid down, lowering his face to her sex. Without giving her time to react, he used the thumb and forefinger of his good hand to spread her folds and covered her clit with his mouth, flicking his tongue over it a few times before dragging it lower to probe her opening deeply.

“Xander!” She yelped loudly, arching off the bed.

“Shh! Keep it down! Vamps!” Xander reminded her, smirking and jerking his head toward the door. When she moaned, bit her lip, and nodded meekly, he lowered his mouth again, sucking and nibbling on her clit as he slowly pushed one, then two, and finally three fingers into her. He slowly pumped them in and out, carefully curling his fingers upward while he continued to experiment on the tiny nub at the top of her folds.

He watched intently as Buffy moaned loudly and began thrashing and writhing beneath him, filing away the actions that earned him the most heated responses, for future reference. “Xander…oh God! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! Please! Oh god, please let me cum!” Buffy wailed suddenly, clutching his head in both hands.

Xander snickered slightly, but obediently continued to suck as hard as he could and thrust his fingers inside her warm, wet passage until she came with a sharp cry, moisture flooding over his fingers. “You’re incredible…” He whispered, moving up the bed to lie next to her. He nuzzled the side of her neck, and gently stroked her stomach until she calmed back down.

“Mmm…I think that’s my line,” Buffy murmured, slowly opening her eyes and smiling dreamily at him.

Xander laughed happily. “Well, I never said I don’t know what to do with a woman…I just have trouble convincing them to let me prove it.” He licked her neck, then propped himself up on one elbow, smiling affectionately at her contented, drowsy expression.

“You’d better not try to convince any women to let you do that to them!” Buffy mock scowled. “You’re my Xander. They can all just get their own!” She sat up suddenly, her face scrunching up thoughtfully. “Too bad Warren’s gone. We could totally make a fortune selling Xan-bots!” She exclaimed eagerly, then frowned.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that little bit of insanity.” Xander said, repressing a snicker and merely nodding acknowledgingly when she shuddered, her own words finally sinking in.

“Thank you!” Buffy groaned, burying her face in his neck.

“You’re so cute when you’re crazy,” Xander quipped, rubbing her back gently and enjoying the feel of her bare skin against his.

“Good thing, since that’s most of the time,” Buffy groaned, draping herself across his body. When his erection poked against her stomach, she reached down and ran her fingers along his length from root to tip, flicking a nail gently across the weeping slit, then trailing her hand back down to lightly tickle his balls.

“Gah!” Xander jerked to an almost upright position, then fell back against the pillows. His heart rate skyrocketed from the sudden surge of arousal rushing through his body, especially after he had calmed down slightly in his determination to make her come before they moved on.

“Yeah, I was wondering when you were gonna want to take care of this…” Buffy grinned mischievously, her teasing strokes starting back up the underside of his shaft.

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