Five Times The Others Didn't Find Out...

“Xander,” Willow called, walking down the steps to his basement, “are you here?” The young witch peered around the basement, but couldn’t see her friend. “Xander?” she tried again. She cocked her head suddenly; she thought she’d heard something. Walking over, she knocked on the door to the tiny bathroom. “Xander?” she tried again.

“Just a minute, Will,” Xander called out. He walked out soon after, drying his hands. If a guilty look flashed across his face, then Willow never seemed to notice it. He plastered a welcoming grin across his face. “Hey, Will, didn’t hear you come down,” he greeted.

“Your mom said you were down here, but, uh, I guess I caught you, you know,” Willow shrugged, grinned, and blushed, in a complex attempt to indicate a necessary bodily function.

“Yeah,” Xander squeaked then cleared his throat, and nodded. “Yeah, well… Anyway, so how was your day?”

“Good,” Willow beamed. “So, um, want to go for coffee?”

“Sounds great,” Xander returned. Devious vampires that kept on with blowjobs even when they knew certain people’s childhood friends were right outside the door would just have to wait for a return of the favour. It was only fair, after all.