LATE ONE NIGHT
LATE ONE NIGHT
Chapter 1 LATE ONE NIGHT
Xander awoke to the sounds his cellphone rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He groped for the source of his annoyance blindly, fumbling about in the dark until he laid his hands on the offending object, which was playing a catchy tune. It took him a few seconds to shake off the fog before he realized which song was playing.
Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me. Don’t you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Dontcha?
He squinted, stared at the fluorescent screen for a moment, debating whether or not he should answer it. Just let it ring. A few moments passed. Go ahead, you big dweeb. You know you want to. So he answered. The voice of his best friend flittered through. “I need you Xander,” she said simply.
He sighed. Who else?, “Be right there Buff,” he replied. A moment passed. “Kay,” she whispered, hanging up the phone. He shook his head at himself. He just couldn't say no to her. Why ? Because he was Xander. And because she was Buffy. His Buffy. Even if she wasn’t and never would be.
He threw off the covers, turned on the nightlight and grabbed his clothes, pausing on the way out to look at the sleeping form still in his bed. Anya could sleep through a hurricane, he mused shaking his head. He drove over in his pick-up truck slowly, his mind turning over the horrors of what could entail a 12 am call. But he’d bet his bottom dollar that it had something to do with Spike.
“Spike…” Xander spat out, as if trying to rid himself of a bitter taste. Xander had never quite warmed to Buffy’s choice in men, but with Spike it seemed to go to another level. Maybe because she actually married the idiot, he thought snorting.
Sure the last few months had been better, they had even managed to share a couple of beers, but Xander simply disliked the guy. They’d never be friends, no matter what. He would always see Spike as the guy who took Buffy away from him.Xander shook himself out of his thoughts as his car approached the Summer’s residence, noticing the absence of Spike’s Desoto. He spent more time with that junk heap than his wife, Xander thought angrily. If Buffy was my girl…
He shook his head at that treacherous train of thought. No. Bad Xander. Bad Bad Xander. He didn’t even know that he was humming. Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Dontcha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me? Don’t cha….
He fished the key out of their old secret hiding spot, the last thing that was truly theirs and let himself in. The house was dark and quiet. “Buffy ?” Xander asked, feeling like he was in a bad horror movie. “Upstairs Xander,” floated her voice from the upper levels of Casa De Summer, so he bounded the stairs effortlessly, coming face to face with her room. He paused, knocked loudly thrice. “Come in,” she said, so he did. The room was empty, and he heard the toilet flush, so he sat down on the bed, picking up Mr Gordo, Buffy's stuffed pig. “Don’t worry buddy,” he said to the pink pig, “The cavalry’s here. The Xan-Man’s gonna take care of everything.” He heard the bathroom door creak open, so he raised his head. When he saw her, his jaw dropped. Poor Mr Gordo fell to the floor, forgotten. His best friend, Buffy Anne Summers, looked as if she had stepped out of Xander’s wettest dreams. Correction. His naughtiest fantasies. His deepest, darkest ones. The ones he kept even from his sexually adventurous fiancé Anya. But Anya was the furthest thing from Xander’s mind right now. Buffy Summers, the blonde goddess, was in a pink lacy bustierre, her blonde hair straightened and streaming down her shoulders, her face perfectly made up, her lips glossy pink. Oh my god Xander chanted in his head as his treacherous eyes made their way up and down her body and up again. I can’t stop staring at her breasts, Xander realized a long moment later, so he looked elsewhere. Wrong decision. His eyes focused on her long smooth legs. And then he saw a glimpse of what the college freshmen had dubbed “the holy grail.” Aka Buffy’s pussy. His cock hardened beyond belief and his mouth watered. He licked his lips, wondering what she’d taste like, then looked up at her face, staring at her shiny lips. Buffy was regarding him with amusement. “What do you think Xan?” she asked, her green eyes sparkling, her mouth curled up in a smile. Xander gulped, forcing himself to say something, anything. “Buff. Nearly gave me a…a...a… heart attack.” She pouted. “Just a heart attack? That’s not what I was going for. But don’t worry,” she said, smiling that perfect smile, toying with the hem of her outfit, and stalked towards him. “I’ll give you a lot more than that,” her voice laced with promises of things to come. Xander stared as she touched a finger to the swell of her amply displayed breasts. “Fuck,” Xander whispered, eyeing her lustily.Xander stood on shaky legs as she sashayed closer to the bed, hips swinging alluringly, he was sure now, just for him. His mind swam. Was he still dreaming? This couldn't really be happening, could it? This was Buffy, offering herself to him.
“Buff, this isn't funny. In fact this is the unfunniest prank you've ever played. Even worse than the time you pretended you were a lesbian.” She stopped in front of him, then placed her hands on his chest, pouting. “This isn't a game Xander.” “It’s not?” he asked, gulping. She shook her head, smiling almost shly. “This is a gift..” “A gift?” he asked, struggling to wrap his head around what she was saying. “Uh-huh,” she said, taking his arms, putting them around her waist. “Has Christmas come early this year?” Xander asked nervously, half- jokingly, trying to defuse the situation with humour. “That’s not a problem is it?” Buffy asked, pouting a little. Xander watched her lips move, then her fingers play with his shirt button. The smell of her was driving him absolutely crazy. “A problem?” he said furrowing his brow.
“Cumming early…..” she teased, tossing her hair, fixing him with a wicked look.
“Things have changed,” Buffy said. “And why do you care? I’m everything you've wanted since you were fifteen. One night only Xander.” She gazed at him amorously, slipping back into the role of the seductress. She watched as the gears turned over in his head, as he weighed his decision. Oh yeah. He wanted her. “It's not that I don't…want to…..because, hello,” he pointed down at his pants, which made her smile. “It's that I can’t. This isn’t right. I could never do that to Ahn. Not after the whole wedding fiasco. I'm done hurting the woman I love.”
“But you want me?” she asked, almost sorrowfully. Xander suddenly felt a need to reassure her, “More than anything I’ve ever wanted.” She nodded to herself, as if deciding something, then lowered her eyes, ashamed of what she was about to do.“If things were different..” Buffy cut him off, “Remember after the wedding Xander? Anya was a mess. She wouldn't stop crying and I was out looking for you.” He cocked his head to one side, trying to understand where she was going with this. “Spike took her home. He spent the night,” she intoned, her words conveying her meaning. Xander felt numb, then a pain shot through his chest. He stammered frantically, “She wouldn't. I mean I hurt her, but she would never... Not with him.”
Buffy sat down on the bed, her eyes lowered, voice crackling with pain. “She did Xan. She told me the whole thing. She begged me to forgive her.” His felt his eyes prickle with tears, “Why didn't you..” She cut him off harshly. “You had just dumped Anya at the altar. Spike and I were broken up. There was nothing to forgive.”
Xander held on to the cabinet with his hand, taking heavy breaths, when her voice broke through. “But I can't forgive this Xander. I can't. Why you ? Because I trust you. Because you care about me. Because I know I’m safe with you. And because Spike didn't betray just me Xan. He also betrayed you.”His nostrils flared and Buffy could see he was breaking. She just needed to get back into character and push him a little more. He wiped his eyes with his hands as Buffy’s voice turned cruel. “Anya told me he was the best she ever had. She said they were up all night.”
Xander glared at her. “Don’t.”
She ignored him, coming closer, “she said….” Buffy paused pretending to think about it, bending over to show some cleavage, enjoying when his nostrils flared. “She said….he fucked her brains out.” She stood before him once again, her eyes taunting him. “He fucked….her brains….out……on your ‘wedding night’.” Buffy paused, letting the words sink in. “You gonna do something about that Xander?” she said mockingly. She knew that hitting his masculine pride was going below the belt, but at this point she just didn’t care. “Yeah,” Xander said grimly, his jaw tight. “I am.” When he looked up at her, his eyes were glazed over with vengeful lust, Buffy felt a thrill go through her. She knew she had won..