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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.
Feedback: Yes, please. I just started posting my fic, so try to be gentle, please.
Betas: I could use one!
Archive? Ask me first.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them…I’m just borrowing them, since Joss isn’t using them anymore. If I were making money from this, I would have a much better laptop!

Chapter 8

Before Buffy’s hand could reach the tip of his shaft again, Xander growled and pushed her over onto her back. He quickly but gently pushed her legs apart and moved between them. Hovering over her, he rested most of his weight on the elbow of his right arm and used his good hand to rub his swollen head against her wet folds. He waited until she looked him in the eye, then tilted his head questioningly, waiting for her permission to go any further.

“What are you waiting for? An invitation?” She asked, her warm smile and soft tone belying her harsh words. “Please Xan…” She added pleadingly, wrapping her legs around his waist and trying to pull him toward her.

“Just checking before it’s too late to take anything back,” He smiled, lowering his head for a kiss as he slowly pushed inside her. Suddenly, Buffy hissed painfully, and he froze. “You okay?” He studied her face worriedly as he began to pull back.

Buffy stopped him with a hand on his hip. “Yeah. It’s good, it’s just been a long time,” She replied, blushing slightly.

“Just let me know if I go too fast, okay?” He requested, then covered her mouth with his own, pushing his tongue into her mouth, where it leisurely wrestled with her own while his cock slowly slid further and further into her. They both moaned happily when he finally managed to ease his full length inside her.

“Oh God, you’re perfect,” Buffy sighed contentedly, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him against her for a moment while they both adjusted to the sensation of him being inside of her. “It’s like you were made for me.” She murmured somewhat wonderingly, then snorted. “I never thought anyone really said things like that.” She moaned, rolling her eyes self-deprecatingly.

“I’ll forgive you, this time, ‘cause it’s true,” Xander chuckled and lowered his head, sucking the nipple he had just discovered under his cheek into his mouth and nibbling lightly. “Oh my god! S-Slayer muscles! I f-forgot-” He groaned without thinking when she clenched around him in response.

“Hey!” Buffy frowned and swatted his head. “Don’t remind me you already know about those particular Slayer muscles. Especially while you’re inside me!” She glared up at him, her lower lip sticking out in a greatly exaggerated pout.

“Sorry,” Xander cringed at his stupidity. “You really don’t need to be jealous.” He was quick to assure her, kissing his way up her neck to capture her lips again. “It was nothing.” He shuddered slightly, suddenly remembering his second visit to Faith’s cheap, sleazy motel room, when she’d nearly killed him. “You’re the only Slayer I ever really cared about.” He added emphatically, smiling warmly at Buffy.

“Okay, we don’t need to talk about it ever again, then. It never happened,” Buffy smiled adoringly at him, and his heart skipped a beat at seeing that smile finally directed at him. “I love you.” She whispered urgently, her eyes shining, and quickly kissed him on the nose, forehead, each cheek, and then finally on the lips. She chuckled when his cock jumped eagerly at her words, and the awkward moment was gone as quickly as it came. Rocking her hips gently to encourage him to move, she slid her hands down over his back to grab his butt and growled. “God, you’re hot!”

Xander smirked and began thrusting gently inside her, playfully quirking an eyebrow to let her know he was willingly bypassing the perfect opportunity for a joke about sex with room temperature vampires. “Not as hot as you, baby.” He chuckled, his empty eyelid twitching as he unconsciously tried to wink.

“Oh, shut up and kiss me,” She giggled, swatting his bottom playfully. Xander growled and hungrily attacked her mouth. Soon, their tongues were busily mimicking the motion of his shaft inside her, sliding in and out of each other’s mouths in time with their slow, leisurely thrusts.

After a few minutes, they simultaneously sped up the pace, and Xander realized, when his cock became almost excruciatingly hard, that this couldn’t last much longer. Grunting, he rose up on his knees, hooked his good hand under Buffy’s right knee, pushed it up over his shoulder, and began thrusting harder. He leaned back slightly, changing the angle a bit, looking for just the right…suddenly Buffy let out a loud, almost inhuman keening sound, and her slick inner walls began rippling around him, tightening with every thrust. He’d never felt anything like it, even during his experience with that other, unmentionable, set of Slayer muscles. It was as if someone was stroking him firmly from root to tip, only vastly better than any hand had ever felt. “Buffy!” He growled loudly. “Oh god, yeah! Keep…keep d-doing that.” As his balls tightened painfully, he lost all sense of rhythm and began thrusting more quickly and, almost impossibly, more deeply. Buffy immediately shrieked and clamped down tightly on his cock, causing his eye to roll back in his head as he screamed out his own release. Waves of pleasure blasted through him, making it seem as though every cell, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, was exploding. His erratically pumping hips gradually slowed as he slumped against Buffy, rapidly losing consciousness. Fortunately, she seemed to be too preoccupied with her own orgasm-induced black out to notice.

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Author's note: For some reason, I just picture their first time with lots of odd, funny, awkward moments, but basically pretty damn good. :-p