One Little Wish

Title: One little wish
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER. THIS WAS DONE OUT OF FUN AND NOT PROFIT.
Note: This was the first of the many requests that I got when I put out that I was taking one shot requests. This one was requested by Danu4ok on Imagings. So, enjoy.
Summary: Cordelia dumps Xander on V-day. He goes out and finds his way in life.


“I don’t want to date you anymore,” where the words that ruined Valentines Day for me. It’s funny, actually. I was planning on taking her out to a nice restaurant that I had found in LA, then I was going to take her out dancing. After that, a nice moonlight walk in this one area that I had found. No demons, no vampires, no apocalypses, no nothing. Just us.
Well that didn’t work out as I had planned it. I get to school and she pulls me into a closet just as I was passing by, just like always. She then tells me that she didn’t want to date me?
“Why?” I ask softly, looking into her dark brown eyes that were almost black. They went well with her chestnut hair color and I loved that about her. But at that moment, I could only see disgust in her eyes while she looked at me.
“Because, you are the Zeppo and not worth my time,” she says in what I call her Cordelia Chase Snob voice. And with a few little words she has managed to shred what little self confidence, and my heart into millions of little fluttering pieces. As she stalks out of the closet with a smirk over her shoulder, I can’t do anything but watch her retreat. Finally shaking my head, I leave the closet and head back to the library. Not really hearing the demands about the doughnuts and where they were, I grabbed my stuff, put their money down and walked out, not being able to stand the love that Buffy and Angel showed when looking at each other. I had just lost mine, why did I want to watch two others in love?
Walking out and to my car that I had bought of my Uncle Rory, I get in, and head on out. Stopping at my house only long enough to call the restaurant and cancel the reservations, I changed into a pair of jeans that looked like they had been painted on me. After that I grabbed a simple, robin egg blue cowl neck sweater and head on out. There is something that no one really knows about me, and I would rather they not know. I don’t know how they would take it if I told them I’m not as clumsy as I portray myself to be and that I was bi on top of that.
But…they won’t know, I’ll make sure of it. Grabbing the money that I would have used on Cordelia that night, but I would now use it on myself in my quest in finding someone to make it all go away for a little bit.
Sliding into my car, I head to LA and to my favorite club that allowed those who are under 21 in, but had no alcohol as a result. That was fine; I wasn’t looking to get drunk, just laid. I wanted to be taken until I couldn’t think straight, much less walk straight. The club was the best place for me to do that too.
Two hours later found me dancing with some hot stud. I could feel his hardness pressing in the middle of my back, but he wasn’t what I wanted that night. I could tell he was a bottom boy from the way he was feeling me up. I don’t know how I can tell, but I can, and I didn’t want to top this night. So, I left him after the song and let another top take him.
I went and got some water with grapefruit flavoring from the bartender and sat down in a dark corner to watch every one. I was very surprised when someone sat next to me and smirked at me. Sipping my water and smiling shyly at him, I wondered if this would be the top for me this night.
“Hey, there. You looked lonely and slightly depressed,” he said to me. I shook my head and smiled softer at him.
“Why do you think I look depressed?” I ask. He reaches over and slides one finger over one of my eye brows.
“Because the hurt puppy eyes, that’s why. Wanna talk? Sometimes it helps to get it out to a stranger,” he offers as he pulls away and sips his soda. I found myself missing the simple touch.
“My girlfriend broke up with me,” slips past my lips, causing me to blush softly. “She called me a Zeppo and told me she didn’t want that.” He shook his head in disgust before sending me a soft look.
“I’m sorry that had to happen to you, man,” he says softly in between a lull in music. I nod and smile at him before going back to watching the dancers. For another hour or so, I found myself enjoying his company. We danced a few times, our bodies pressed together, his hands brushing at my skin every so often. When we weren’t dancing we were sitting in our corner and talking about everything under the sun.
About 10, three hours after I had arrived and meet him, I let slip the words that changed my life for the better, I suppose. I blame the mix of caffeine, adrenaline and lust.
“You know…sometimes I wish that I could feel what real love was, even if for just one night. I want to feel that all consuming desire that comes with it to,” I say, as I look at the juice mix that he had gotten for me. Suddenly I feel him breath into my ear, causing shivers to run up and down my spine.
“Wish…granted,” he whispers before suckling on my ear gently. Letting go of the lobe he says “Let’s get out of here,” before grasping my hand and taking me out of the club. We took my car, him driving with me tucked close to his body. It felt warm and safe in that car. We headed to a rather nice motel and parked in front of his room.
That night was one of the best that I had ever experienced. Nothing ever compared to that night. It was hard and soft, slow and fast, gentle and rough. It blew my mind before melting it only to reform it. I was loved that night and I knew it. The one thing I regret is that I never once got to scream name, having never gotten it from him.
The next morning I found myself alone, the bed still warm from his body. A note was beside my head, telling me that even if we never met again, he would always remember me and my wish. It was…sweet if anything. I was broken out of my daze by a delivery service from the restaurant down the street. After taking the food that had been paid for by my one time lover, I ate and took a hot shower. Getting dressed, I went back to Sunnydale and my life.
A while after that, Cordelia let slip that I was bi. It didn’t matter all that much to me and it didn’t mean a whole lot to the rest of the student body. In fact, after Larry came out, others did to. I have a boyfriend now, and I think that I love him. He’s sweet and possessive and we make the others gag when we get cute. The sex is just as great as it had been with my one time lover, better even.
Though, I can’t help but wonder…was he a wish demon who came to grant my wish? And if he was…what were the consequences that were supposed to happen with the wish? So many unanswered questions. But for now, I’m not in any rush to find out. I’m happy in a way I never thought I would be and I love my life now.