Thank You

TITLE: Thank You

AUTHOR: Midknight

CHAPTER: 1 of 1

FANDOM: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

SHIP: Xander / Buffy

RATING: NC-17 - Sex and Language

CATEGORY: Romance. Angst and Erotica

SPOILERS: Season 1 Finale & Season 2, Episode 1.

SYNOPSIS: What if Buffy actually thanked Xander for saving her life the way she alluded to at the Bronze during Season 2's first episode, "When She Was Bad"?

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. None of these characters belong to me. They belong to Josh Wedon and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means.

AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies.

FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com

"I have to be dreaming or at least, the bad part of the nightmare is still just waiting in the wings." Xander thought as Buffy writhed in front of him. She had been acting strange ever since her return from her summer break with her dad, but this could not be real. He could barely move to the slow, sultry beat of the song as, he became mesmerized by the sway of her hips and the mysterious patterns her hands were weaving in the air above her head as she danced in front of him, her face close to his, her breath tickling his lips. She had invited him to dance with her, but it felt like she was dancing for him instead. The dark, burgundy dress she wore fell firmly under the category of slinky, not quite slutty, but it made a guy have thoughts. Thoughts, the results of which she couldn't fail to feel as she turned and pressed her ass lightly against his crotch and the bulge of his rapidly growing erection.

Buffy leaned back, her back warm against his chest as she wriggled and writhed slowly against him. She 'd let her hair grow out over the summer and it tickled his throat and the vee of skin on his chest exposed by his shirt while tantalizing his nose with the scent of honey and almonds. He didn't know what to do with his hands as she curved her arms back and her fingers caressed the nape of his neck. She solved his dilemma by taking his hands and placing them lightly on her smooth belly and lacing her fingers with his as she increased the pressure of her ass as she circled it against his throbbing hard on. He clenched his jaw, feeling it twitch as he fought the urge to pull her even closer against him, while trying to maintain at least some semblance of dancing. The music and the crowd in the dark, smoky Bronze seemed a long way away as she ground her ass against him and he made no move to encourage or dissuade her, fearing that if it really was a dream, any action on his part might cause it to end.

She turned in his arms and, for a moment, his hands rested on the upper curve of her pert behind before he respectfully drew them up onto the swell of her still swaying hips. Xander could feel Buffy's breasts flatten slightly against his chest as she looked up at him and he tilted his head forward, his lips stopping barely an inch from hers. "Xander, did I ever thank you for saving my life?" she asked, her voice, soft and her words slow and deliberate. "No." he replied, his dick twitching in his boxers as if testing their restraining capabilities. She shifted to his right, breaking his light embrace as she circled around to just behind his shoulder. He started to turn, but her voice stopped him. "Wouldn't you like me to?" she queried, her voice honeyed smoke with its seductive suggestiveness. He was too stunned to reply as she started to move away without another word.

"Ahhh, here it comes, the humiliating part of the nightmare. Any moment now he would realize her was naked in the middle of the Bronze with a raging erection while the image of Buffy faded into the shadows. He turned to at least follow her exit and then gasped as The Slayer's slim hand took his and then he was being pulled off the dance floor. He saw Angel and Willow staring at them with matching shocked, troubled expressions, the vampire from across the room and his friend close up as she pulled him past their table to grab her jacket and then she was tugging him toward the exit. Willow held up her hands and mimed: "What?", but all he could do was shrug as Buffy's firm grip forced him to keep up with her.

He followed her out of the Bronze before he had the sense to try and actively resist. It was different to know that a Slayer was strong and another thing to experience it, but she did stop and turned to face him when they were about half a block away from the club. "Buffy, what going on?" he asked. "Nothing's going on, Xander." She told him in a tone that said he was being foolish, while he was very aware of her closeness and the feel of her hand which she had placed lightly over the centre of his chest. "I just want to say thank you." She continued and then he tensed, for a moment, as she pressed her lips to his. His imagination, his dreams and speculations had nothing on the real thing as he felt her soft, lips press and slide against his and he all but melted into them.

Her lips tasted of cherries and something indefinable and he opened his under them at the light, but insistent tap of her tongue. He remembered their taste, but her lips had been still and unresponsive under his, as he had been trying to breath life back into her at the time. That was not the case this time. The tips of their tongues dueled for a moment and then tangled to wrestle before she nipped and then sucked at his lower lip. Her body was pressed to his, her breasts flattening against his chest, his arms having instinctive wrapped around her to gather her closer to him as their heads tilted and their lips slid sensuously and sinuously together. Buffy broke the kiss and stunned, Xander blinked as he immediately missed the heat and feminine scent of her body as she stepped back and his arms fell to his sides. His dick throbbed uncomfortably against the cotton prison of his suddenly-to-small boxers. The taste of her lingered on his lips as he ran his tongue over them. He wanted to say something, but words would not come. There was supposed to be something wrong, but he could not for the life of him say what at that point.

"Stunned silence. I'll take that and this as a compliment." She said with a sultry little smile and Xander drew in a sharp breath as she casually reached forward and ran her hand lightly up the length of his erection where it now tented the front of his trousers. "My mom's not home. We'll have the place all to ourselves. Let's go, the faster we get there, the sooner I can slip into something a little more comfortable and be able to thank you... properly." She suggested, her hand sliding from his crotch to once again take his hand. Her lips, her pretty, tasty lips were moving, words were coming out of her mouth, but he wasn't sure he understanding them correctly, he couldn't be and yet he let her lead him on.

His mind was reeling. If his interpretation of what she was offering was correct, this was going to be the most momentous night of his life, yet at the same time how could he go through with it. Buffy was not acting like herself and although this had been a recurring dream since the day he had first seen her on the steps of Sunnydale High, as her friend he had to put a stop to it. But, the taste of her lips and tongue and the feel of her body and touch haunted him and made his dick twitching his boxers in anticipation of what more might follow. And, then, they were going up the walk to the Summer's residence. It was relatively early and the house was dark, supporting her claim that Joyce wasn't home. She let them in and directed him to the living room. "Make yourself at home, kick your shoes off and put your feet up. I'll be right back." She suggested after turning on only one of the lamps. The look she gave him over the shoulder before she disappeared up the stairs smoldered and Xander swallowed hard as he settled onto the sofa.

He should leave. The door was right there. "Get to your feet and go, Xander." He commanded himself, but instead he followed her suggestion and kicked off his shoes. An insidious little voice rationalized that her thanks would just be some one-on-one time spent watching television and talking things over. He searched for the remote and turned the television on. He flipped through the channels, but couldn't find anything he particularly wanted to watch, but the simple everyday activity calmed his nerves, which simply fell apart as he felt his jaw drop as he caught sight of Buffy framed in the doorway just next to the television. He blinked, unsure if he was seeing what he was seeing. She was wearing a shirt, it was white and she had switched on the hall light so that as she stood, with one hand slightly raised and holding onto the doorframe, she was silhouetted through the material and the smooth, feminine curves he could see left no doubt that the shirt was the only thing that she was wearing.

Buffy smiled at him, her head tilting to let her hair stir and tumble across one shoulder. Xander swallowed hard, feeling his Adam's apple bob as his eyes followed the movement and also found the valley of her cleavage, artfully and amply on display with the top three button of the shirt undone. His dick lurched in his pants, going rock hard, suddenly throbbing against his belly with the beat of his heart as it sped up. He could also see her nipples making little highlighted and shadowed peaks. He dragged his eyes up from her chest to her face once he realized he was now officially staring. It was a man's shirt and he almost giggled with the absurdity of the idea, considering the situation, when he fleetingly wondered where she had gotten it. "I'll take that as a compliment too." She commented, her voice a low and sultry purr that sent a shiver down his back. The way she padded into the room reminded him of one of those National Geographic specials where the panther stalked its prey, graceful, beautiful and dangerous.

She reached out and took the remote from his limp hand and turned off the television before tossing it aside. The sense of panic building inside him rose several levels as she slid onto the sofa, straddling his legs as she settled onto his lap. He tried to back away, his hands held out to either side, afraid to touch her, but there was no room and she pressed her body against his. There was no way she couldn't feel his erection as it was trapped between them. He needed to tell her to stop, that they needed to talk, he had to find out what was wrong, except nothing was wrong as her scent, vanilla and caramel enveloped him and heat radiated off her and into him, her breath lightly tickling his lips and her eyes searching his. "Why?" he asked quietly he asked with a groan as she slowly rolled her hips and ground against him. "I almost died, no I actually died. You saved my life, brought me back. I... I just want to thank you and live it. There's no time like the present, Xander. Not for anyone, but for me... The next big bad daemon to come to town could be the one that's too big and too bad for me to beat and then..." she explained.

He couldn't remember when he'd done it, but his hands were now on her hips and then her hands took his and slid them around and lower. He dragged in a deep breath and let it shudder out as she molded his hands to the firm, smooth curves of her buttocks. She held his hands there until he flexed his fingers and bean to fondle her ass. "Don't fight it, Xander. I know you want it and tonight I want it too." She coaxed as she unbuttoned his shirt and pulling it free of his jeans, bared his chest. "Tonight?" he queried in a whisper. "I love you, Xander, but as a friend. This... This isn't about romance. Tonight, we are friends with benefits. Tomorrow, well... Tomorrow, I guess, we'll just be friends again." She explained, her tone deliberate and her words slow and considered. He didn't know if what she wanted was possible. This was Buffy, he'd fallen in love with her the moment he'd seen her and the longer he had known her, the less like simple infatuation it had felt. Could he go back to just being friends if they went where they were heading?

Her fingertips left echoes of sensation that made his spine shiver as she ran them down his chest and onto his torso, his eyes following them all the way until they reached his belt. His eyes rose to meet hers when her slim fingers paused there as his hands froze on her ass. "Just let me do this, please, Xander." She requested quietly and he felt his heart swell as for the first time that night, the vivacious seductress she'd been playing vanished and he could see a different need in the depths of her large, expressive eyes. She lived her life with death as a constant and she wanted, no, needed to feel alive. He could understand that. "Who am I her to deny her that?" he wondered as he started to fondle her ass again and he nodded his consent. Buffy smiled and leaned forward and they shared a soft, but probing kiss as she blindly unbuckled his belt. He let his hands slide higher under her shirt and up along her smooth back, pulling the hem of the shirt with them. She unbuttoned his jeans and then lifted her hands above her head and after the slightest of pauses; he lifted the shirt up off over her head and arms and tossed it aside.

She gracefully brushed her hair out of her face as it fell free of the shirt. The soft lighting painted her in an interconnecting series of smooth, sumptuous plains of shadow and light as he feasted on her nudity, his hand hovering over her shoulders, not quite knowing where to begin the exploration his throbbing cock, only marginally relieved by the undoing of his pants urged him to do. Xander settled on the slightly more familiar territory of her back, reveling in the sumptuous, silky smoothness of her skin and the slow shift of her firm muscles underneath as she leaned back against his touch with a soft sigh. Her breasts were almost exactly the way he had imagined them, perfect as he studied them in minute and appreciative detail. They were full and round, not large, but in perfect proportion to her petite, lithe frame. Her nipples were little gumdrop pebbles centered on raised conical areola, just slightly off centre onto the upper curve of her firm looking globes. They were a dusky pink and he had always pictured them as being brown. His tongued flicked out, partly to wet his lips and partly wit the urge to taste her tit flesh.

Buffy rose up as his hands reached the small of her back, positioning them over her ass cheeks, which he cupped and lightly caressed, "Lift you ass." She instructed as she reached down between them and he leaned back against the sofa to lever himself up long enough for her, after a little effort to pull his jeans and boxers down onto his thighs, just above his knees. His dick bobbed, making a soft slapping noise against his stomach. The air was cool, for a moment, on his hot throbbing member and then she moved closer to him and it was sandwiched between them and warmed by the heat radiating from her as she rubbed against it. He had concentrate on his breathing, just to ensure that he was still doing it. He leaned forward and she met his lips with hers and they kissed, slow and exploring, her fingers sliding through his hair and back and forth along his back and shoulders while he continued to fondle her ass and knead the smooth skin of her thigh. His dick throbbed between them.

She shifted back, breaking the contact and their kiss, looking deep into his eyes. The white tips of her teeth presses into her full lower lip as she slid her hand down his chest. Xander was unable to stop the flinch and jerk of his hips as her hand wrapped around his shaft and slowly slid down it. He licked his lips and swallowed hard. "Buffy... I... I've never done this before." He admitted apprehensively. She smiled softly. "It's okay. Me neither, Xander." She informed him to his surprise as her smooth hand slowly, but firmly explored his manhood. He took a deep breath, his hips undulating to thrust into the warm grip of her fist. He closed his eyes and exhaled as he prepared himself to say the one thing, at this point, he really didn't want to. "Buffy... Maybe we shouldn't do this. Your first time should be special... With someone you love... in that way." He suggested, keeping his eyes closed, afraid that with her sexy, nubile and very naked form in his sight he wouldn't be able to get the words out.

Buffy's hand left the back of his neck and she pressed her finger across his lips as he opened them to continue his argument when she made no response. "Shhhhhhhhh." She shushed him. "This is what I want, Xander. It is special." She told him softly as she gripped the base of his cock and rose up and forward. Xander opened his eyes to watch her as she slid his tip of his cock through her hot, moist folds and after a few false starts she seated him at her entrance, the point wedging into and stretching it slightly. Heat pulsed from her onto him and his dick twitched as he grasped her waist and she held onto his shoulders after releasing his shaft as they remained poised and unmoving. He felt a light shiver go through her. "Are you cold?" he asked in concern and she smiled and shook her head. He felt her relax, his hand taking her weight and holding her in place until he did the same. Her breath hitched and he gritted his teeth at the exquisite sensation of her sex slowly enveloping him in moist heat and pressure as he filled her and her flesh reluctantly stretched to accommodate him.

Her eyelids fluttered, but didn't quite close as he forced his hips to stay still as she continued to sink down onto him, drawing a fiery trail of delightful friction along his tingling skin. Buffy whined, her fingers biting into his skin and Xander groaned as her channel clenched around him flexing and twisting, stalling him for a brief moment, before relaxing enough to allow him to continue. He kept waiting to feel the barrier of her virtue, but it never came as she settled onto his thighs. They both exhaled at the same time as she slowly rocked her hips, adjusting to his invasion, her arms wrapped around his neck, her cheek resting on his. He nuzzled at her neck and shoulder as his dick pulsed against the snug confines of her intimate core. She lifted her head and he looked at her in awe before her lips found his again, with renewed hunger, for a few moments and then parted as she drew herself up his length. Her upward journey was as pleasurable as her downward one had been

She rode him slowly and both of them made slight, groaning adjustments until they synced into a comfortable pace and rhythm. She felt amazing as she sunk down while he thrust up, each of them making little noises of appreciation and enjoyment. "Oh God that feels good." He murmured against the shell of her ear as he licked and sucked at her neck. "Yess. Very good..." she moaned in agreement. He wanted to tell her more, but the words wouldn't come and when they did, they weren't quite coherent and he had a hard enough time controlling his urge to simply climax and ruin it all to go hunting for or to order them. Her fingers dug into his hair and she guided his face to her chest where she fed him one of her plump, hard little nipples. He swirled his tongue around it, scraping his teeth along the slightly rougher skin of her areola before latching onto it and suckling hungrily at her breathy insistence. He fondled the breast his mouth could not attend to, weighing the warm, firm globe and testing the pliable, but resilient flesh. Buffy started to circle her hips slow so that she was almost spiraling up and down his length and he almost lost it, having to raise his mouth from her breast lest he bite and mar her sumptuous flesh as he clenched his jaw and tensed his buttock to stop himself from cumming. "S-S-Stop." He groaned with a whimper and she settled on his lap, the pulse of her channel wrapped tightly around him a steamy, delicious agony and enticing temptation as he desperately fought for control.

"It's okay, Xander... Just... just a little more, a little longer... So good." She panted as she squirmed on him, not able to stay still. He took a deep breath and wrapping his arms around her he guided them to the side and once she realized his intensions, help him reposition them and shuck his pants and boxers off so that they were both naked and stretched out on the sofa with him above her. The maneuver gave him time and a little respite to get a better handle on his rampant desire. He started to thrust slowly, keeping his strokes slow and steady, watching and marveling at her reaction. He focused on her, using the task of studying and memorizing the way her eyes widened or narrowed, the flare of her nostrils, the way she bared her teeth or worried at her lip, the wonderful range of feminine sound of delight that issued from her and the feel of her silken skin under his hands to distract him from his own clamoring need. He ran his hand up the back of her thigh, pulling it up along his and she curled it around him, her heel pressing lightly against the small of his back. Their lips met for short, intense kisses before moving off to explore whatever skin they could reach. He lavished attention on the upper and lower curves of her breasts, but always returned to feast on their sweet, turgid peaks.

Pleasure arched, radiated and cavorted across his nerves and through his blood as his heart raced and his lungs started to burn with the need to drag in and process air fast enough to fuel his body as it strained and writhed with hers. "Just... a... little... longer! So... close!" she ground out between heavy gasping pants. His eyes widened as her hands grabbed his ass cheek and her nails bit into his flesh. His hips started to move faster, escaping his control to drive into her hard and fast to lance into her tight, but slick and inviting depths. Her legs wrapped tighter around him and her fingers flexed on his ass, urging him on as their cries mingled with their heavy panting breaths and the slap of flesh colliding. Each collision sent a shockwave running through her to vibrate her skin under his lips. The tension in his loins tightened and set his balls to boiling as he felt her belly flutter and quiver against his. His control held on by a thread for a moment, perfectly balance between his desire for release and his need to continue the sweet torture of denying it.

Buffy bucked up hard under him, and her sex squeezed and twisted around him in a hard pulse. "Oh Fuck!" he gasped softly as his back arched and he slammed into her before throwing back his head and with a series of stuttered cries expanded and contracted against the tight confines of her core as his seed erupted in heavy spurts. His hips bucked, grinding against her and she ground back. His spine twitched as pleasure stormed through him in sharp, hot electric waves that made his muscles misfire, his eyes were wide, his world going blurry no matter how much he blinked. He grunted as her back lifted off the sofa, her body trembling tensely against his and her sex locked around him, squeezing tighter and then flexing with sharp pressure in rapid succession. An expressive, throbbing wail escaped her lips as her head thrashed from side to side, her hair a swirling blonde halo that obscured her face. Pain and pleasure mixed as her channel all but tried to crush him and yet he still challenged her strength as he uncontrollable humped trying to get even closer to and deeper inside her.

He felt a fresh flood of her cream join the liquid heat of his seed and her sex rippled around him in a firm, velvet caress that milk and eventually drained him. She shuddered against him, her head pressing back into the sofa cushion under it. He didn't know how long they remained, frozen and floating in their moment of shared bliss and then he was dragging in air like a man who had nearly drowned with his blood pounding as his strength suddenly left him. The only thing he could do to stop from collapsing on top of her was to lock his elbows, and even then it was a close thing. "Her hands released his ass and slid up his back. "It's okay." She sighed softly and he didn't resist as she pulled him down to rest on top of her, his head on her chest. Her skin felt hot and he realized they were both covered in sweat as her chest and abdomen slid smoothly along his as she breathed.

He raised his head to look at her and reached over and brushed several stray, damp curls of her soft hair out of her face. "Are you okay?" he asked at the slightly dazed look in her eyes. Her lips bowed into a soft smile. "Yes." She answered simply, her fingers lightly caressing the nape of his neck and drawing mysterious, swirling patterns across his shoulder blades. Xander groaned as his shrinking manhood retreated out of her and he felt a flood of their combined juices follow it. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as the possible consequences of those juices. He rose up height, taking his weight on his arms once more. "My God, Buffy... I... I didn't think... We didn't use protection and I just." He freaked out in a rush. "You could get pregnant!" he clarified when she didn't react with the same concern and panic he was. In fact, she didn't seem to react at all.

"Shhhh... Xander. It's okay. You're looking a little wild-eyed. Calm down." She instructed after a moment and he looked at her as if she were crazy. The whole night was crazy and he was once again starting to get the sinking feeling he was in an elaborate nightmare that was showing him the height of ecstasy so that he could suffer more when it presented the awful consequences. She cupped his cheek lightly and stared into his eyes as she called his name to get his full attention. "Xander... Listen to me... I'm on the pill and if it puts your mind further to rest, I'm in the safe part of my cycle." She informed him, stroking his cheek to sooth him further. His mind wouldn't quite grasp her words, at first as, in a flat spin, it was too busy running through several scenarios, looking for the one where Giles didn't kill him or they didn't end up like his parents. Her soft lips on his finally brought him back to the present and understanding as she cupped both his cheeks and kissed him, leeching the sudden tension and panic he'd felt through the gentle, intimate connection. He kissed her back and her hands returned to caress his neck and shoulders as he drew her to him, wrapping her in his arms.

After a while she broke the kiss and then pressed another light one full on both his before shifted back to create some separation between them and he let her go. It had a sense of finality to it and he nodded slowly. Buffy reached down and retrieved her shirt from the floor and slipped it back on, making him suddenly aware of his continued nudity. He reached down and gathering his boxers and pants, pulled them back into place. "So that's it." He stated quietly, not quite sure what to say beyond that as he buckled his belt. "Not quite." She corrected him as they stood up and she slowly re-buttoned his shirt and straightened his collar. The memory of her naked body on, around and against his was still too fresh and vivid and his dick twitched in response to her words, although he was dead certain she wasn't referring to an encore.

Don't take this the wrong way, Xander, but you have to go." She told him, gently, but insistently starting to herd him toward the front door. He resisted more out of confusion than any need to be contrary. "I... I need to clean up and air the sofa cushions before my mom gets home." She explained and his frown eased from his forehead. "I could help." He suggested as they came to a halt at the door. She smiled with amusement and then shook her head. She stepped close to him and he didn't realize he'd stepped back until his back pressed against the wood of the door. Her smile widened. "Xander, if you stayed and helped, I don't think help is all I'd want you to do." She told him, her voice low and smoky and his hands twitched at his sides with the need to touch her and find out what else she would want him to do.

Her smile twisted and became rueful as she stepped back from him. "But... but that Is not what we agreed on, is it?" she reminded him and he regretfully had to shake his head. "No, it isn't." he confirmed, unable to keep the wistfulness out of his voice and despite his desire, knowing that she was right. They had done what they had done and now it was over. They would have the memory of it and that was all. It had to be. It was complicated enough as it was. He eased to the side and she opened the door a crack, again moving so close to him that he could smell her unique scent. "Before you go, I need to tell you something." She stopped him with a slender hand pressed lightly to the centre of his chest as he started to leave. Buffy strained up on her toes and pressed a light kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for saving my life, Xander... and for letting me live a special part of it tonight." She thanked him with soft sincerity. He opened his mouth to respond, but her finger across his lips stilled him.

"Go home, Xander. I'll see you in the morning and everything will be okay." She instructed and he searched her large, beautiful eyes for a moment and then nodded before slipping out the door. The door closed behind him with a soft click and he simply stood on the porch for a moment. The night air was cool against his skin and in his lungs as he took a deep breath. "No, Buffy. Thank you." He said softly into the darkness before, with a final look at the closed door and a last imagined picture of the beautiful, blonde Slayer who was somewhere behind it, he headed home.

THE END